#anyone want to start a hate club for spicy??

[ya-zz]

I had to make a new one. Can't get rid of me that easily.

I can't send links either, but the Alive short, mirrorverse.

Not a drabble, a fic, with reader.

Suffer, as Ramattra would say.

Love you bye.

I hate you and I hope you choke (Love you too xoxo)

Ramattra x reader (gen)

Word count: 1979

I don't really need to put a warning in here considering what the fuck he asked me to write...

“You’re certain about this, Ramattra?” Your voice was quiet, almost unsure yourself as to whether or not this was a good idea. Leaving the monastery to pursue peace with humans usually ended in more pain. 

“Yes. If I do not do something, nothing will change.” The larger omnic replied. His hand gripped his staff a little tighter as he looked down at you. “Will you be joining me?” 

“I will follow, as always.” You smiled at him. 

He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. “You are like a lost lamb.” 

“And you are the shepard.” You teased. “I want to help.” 

“You have always been helpful, [y/n].” He started walking towards the main entrance of the monastery with you by his side. “Without you, I do not think I would have had this push I so needed.”

“Do you really think it is possible?” 

“There is only one way to find out.” He hummed, the steps looking steeper than he had once believed. 

“What if something happens?” You grabbed his arm for support as you walked down the steps cautiously, not wanting to slip on the ice. 

“We will cross that hurdle when we get to it.” 

“Let’s hope it never comes to that, yeah?” You laughed awkwardly, foot settling in the snow. 

Ramattra hummed lightly as he walked with you towards the outer edge of the village and from there on, it was a journey the two of you could only mentally prepare for. 

—

You and Ramattra made it to London after a few months of travelling to different countries, and there were two bodyguards already waiting for you when you stepped off of the plane. They ushered the omnic into the black town car first, you second. 

“I suspect you have everything prepared?” Ramattra speaks out as you sit beside him. His hand lays on your thigh to soothe the anxiety rising within you. 

“Yes, sir. We have accommodation set up for the two of you and the venue itself is being guarded.” One of the bodyguards says, handing over a clipboard to Ramattra who reads it carefully. 

“I see. Thank you.” Ramattra hands the clipboard back after a few minutes. He adjusts his robe, picking off a bit of lint that had settled on his shoulder. 

“You have had a rough flight, yes?” The driver speaks up. “We will take you to your hotel.” 

“Yes, it has been rather tiresome.” Ramattra chuckles, looking out of the tinted windows. You can’t help but sit there awkwardly, not knowing what to say or when to say something. Instead, you, too, look out of the window, admiring the architecture of the city. 

“Are you okay?” Ramattra interrupts you, hand squeezing your thigh.

“Yeah.” You smile, though you knew something didn’t feel right. 

“It will be okay. We are here for the month and after this, we will make our way back to Shambali.” Ramattra tilts his head. “Perhaps the work we will be doing here will elevate some of that anxiety.”

“I hope so…” You sigh.

The omnic keeps his optics on you even when your head turns to look back out of the window. He couldn’t help but feel like he’s pulling you along into something dangerous. You had seemed hesitant right from the start but never once left his side. 

When the two of you got into the hotel, you flop onto the bed without a second thought, instantly letting out a long breath that you were holding. 

“Oh these beds are comfy…” 

Ramattra chuckles, sitting down beside you and petting the back of your head. “Are you sure that you are okay? You do not have to come with me if you do not want to.”

“I want to be with you.” You say, tilting your head to the side to view him. “I want to help.” 

“You have been tense since we came to London.” 

“The threats from the other places are making me a little uncomfortable.” You sigh, turning over onto your side. “It’s hard not to think whether or not they will act upon them.” The concern was evident in your voice.

Ramattra understood your reasoning. “We are protected here, no one will harm us.”

“I hope you’re right.” 

“Have I ever been wrong?” 

“Do you want to go there?” You smirk and Ramattra chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Rest up. We have work to do in the coming days.” His voice was soothing as your eyes close, sleep finally pulling you under. Ramattra pulls up a blanket to cover you before heading over to the table on the far side of the room to go over the plans for the month. 

—

When the day finally came for his speech, the anxiety was sky high within your body. From Ramattra being on the move constantly to being a standing target, it lit your nerves on fire. Your hands tremble, despite the constant reassurance the omnic would give you. 

“Do not worry, [y/n]. I am safe.” His hand leaves your shoulder when you nod. 

“I trust you.” With a weary smile, you fix up his sash before giving him one final look over. “I will be at the front of the crowd.” 

Ramattra hums, his hand tracing your cheek and jawline as you lean into the touch. 

“We’re ready.” One of the guards interrupts the moment. 

Your heart beats a little faster as you make your way to the front of the crowd and await Ramattra’s appearance. Everyone’s cheering and chanting behind you makes you feel somewhat at ease. If this small group of people could be moved for peace between human and omnic, then surely there were more groups among the residents in London who feel the same way. 

At long last, Ramattra appears from behind the doorway, stepping up to the podium. He looks down at you, a very small, subtle tilt of his head as if he were smiling at you before he finally speaks. 

“Human. Machine. We are all one within the Iris.” Just those words alone uttered from him makes the crowd cheer. “Before me I see the future; humans and omnics standing together, united by compassion, by common hopes and dreams.” 

You notice the guards behind him looking around, fingers up to their ears as they listen to oncoming chatter. Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach as the anxiety and fear rise high. Something was happening and not knowing what it was terrified you. 

All you could do was stand and watch, hoping that it was just mindless conversation happening over the radio channels. Ramattra didn’t seem fazed by any of this as his speech continues, the crowd supporting his every word. 

For once, the meditations you sat through proved to be of use as you drown out everything and everyone around you. The soft buzzing of cheers, the humming of the omnics, calm down… Everything is okay… 

Ramattra notices the unease within your body but he can’t do anything. He can’t stop mid speech to comfort you, to hold your hand or to hug you. He must power through to the end, for himself, for you, for omnics and for humans. 

Your ears perk up at the guard speaking, though with the ever growing clapping and cheers from the crowd, it was hard to hear. The concern grows on the guards face before you realise what was happening. The moment the guard approaches Ramattra and moves him away from the podium, you move past the other suited men and join the larger omnic. 

“I told you something didn’t feel right…” You say, hands grabbing Ramattra’s arm in a tight grip. 

“Relax.” He hums as if he didn’t see the severity of the situation. “We are protected.” 

“That still doesn’t change anything-” Shots ring loud above the buildings surrounding you. “Ramattra-”

“I have you.” He feels your body shake against his arm before he pulls you close, heading towards the nearby car. “We will be safe.” 

The guards were urgent in their steps and making sure that no harm came to either of you, though it felt like time was slowing. The crowd was concerned yet curious as to where you and Ramattra were headed. Questions on your destination were repeated over and over, though their comments were drowned out by the panic that was rising inside of you.

You had never held on so tight before that it was concerning for the monk and he knows that his words would do little solace to you right now.  The car was just up ahead as the guards rush forward to open the doors. 

“You should get in first.” Ramattra urges you forward.

“No, it’s your life on the line, not mine.” You bite back.

“[y/n]-” Before Ramattra has a chance to argue, one of the guards pushes him forward with a hand on his back. 

“We have no time.” The guard speaks, still on the lookout for danger. 

“Please.” You beg before turning to one of the other guards. “Get him out of here.” 

“[y/n]? What about you?” Ramattra stops, turning to look at you. 

“I’ll be right behind you. Go!” Tears pool at your eyes, but you quickly blink them away, watching as Ramattra nods and continues towards the car. 

The thought of leaving him right now hurts you, but should he be delayed any longer, you would never forgive yourself. 

Just as he reaches the car, an explosion occurs above the buildings, startling everyone down below. Ramattra, along with everyone else, turns to view the cloud of smoke, debris falling towards the street. Many people duck, covering their heads to protect themselves while others make a beeline for cover.

As you turn to face Ramattra, another explosion goes off a lot closer than the last; this time, the shrapnel from that one falls fast, piercing the ground and buildings around it. 

A sharp sting to your shoulder makes you cry out, but your body freezes in place when you look up to Ramattra. The adrenaline kicks in, the pain no longer coursing through your arm and back as you rush over to the omnic. 

He falls back, head hitting the floor of the car. A chunk of metal has pierced through his chassis, right where his mainframe is. 

Ramattra hears your screams and feels the tears that fell onto his faceplate as you cradle his head, your hand holding his in a sorry attempt to comfort him as he shuts down.

“Please, don’t leave me… Ramattra- please. Hang on…” Your sobs pain him more than his systems. You watch as the lights on his forehead dimmed before they went black. His hand slips from yours, meeting the carpeted floor. His systems shut down, body going somewhat limp in your hold. Fans stop whirring and his body stops humming.

“No, Ramattra, please… Come back-” You choke back on your tears as you shake him, wanting him to wake back up but he doesn’t. 

Screams echo around you as the crowd that gathered for his speech watch on in horror. 

“Idiot… I told you…” The tears didn’t stop, your heart breaking with every strangled breath you take. 

—-

Days had since passed since you lost Ramattra. Your arm and shoulder were bandaged up as you sat in the hospital bed, staring out of the window. The clouds were grey, threatening rain. The TV ran the same news story of his death, his picture on the screen and the last moments of his speech were too much for your aching heart.

Turning the TV off, you could only sit there in silence, an empty shell. Pain and anger flow down your cheeks as tears. Why would someone do this… He wanted peace. 

“It shouldn’t end like this.” You speak to yourself, watching as the rain finally fell. 

“It will not end like this.”

[lyramundana]

lyra lyra lyra because we talked about omegaverse –

wild, angry, possessive rut/heat sex between alpha!minho, alpha!reader/vivi and omega!jisung

i wanna see the two alphas fucking each other stupid and jisung getting off majorly on watching and being dragged in between them 😵‍💫

Lucky for you, I already imagined an omegaverse au with Vivi, so I have plenty to share~

My girl can only be an alpha, sorry but that's how it is. It's her nature, and that gives an extra reason of why she and Minho clash so much. They're both territorial, stubborn and pride themselves in their authority over others. Minho doesn't take it kindly when people try to touch what's his, and when Vivi wants something, she gets it at any cost. And in this case, Jisung is what she wants.

(this got way longer than anticipated, so beware)

ANGRY WOLVES

Warnings: Established polyamorous relationship, omegaverse, 2 alphas and 1 omega, angry sex, penetration, unprotected sex (no hat, no party), voyeurism, subtle PDA, third pov perspective, not entirely reliable narrator, spit, nipple stimulation (f! receiving) switch minho, switch oc! (they both try to dominate the other), sub! jisung, boy x boy action, some verbal degradation

It's not easy at first and it's obvious to everyone the two alphas only co-exist for Jisung's sake, since he claimed them both as his mates and they're way too possessive to let go of him. But they're not friends, Hell, they can barely spend five minutes in the same room without insulting and attacking each other. The tension is always thick with them around and people unconsciously drift away from them in fear for turning into "collateral damage".

It's all a competition with the two of them, specially when it comes to their beloved Omega. When heat/rut comes, that time of the year they spent weeks locked in a room and fucking Hannie until he faints, they push each other, trying to overdo the other in terms of hickeys and orgasms, seizing their bite marks so they're bigger than the other. At the end, Jisung's body is just a canvas covered in red, purple and yellowish bruises, with two big bite marks on his neck, proudly displayed. Luckily, this rivalry means Jisung is always twice as spoiled and cared for than anyone, and overall treated like a prince, provoking the envy from some Omegas.

At first sight, one would think the love only goes for Jisung and the other two hate each other. And to some extent, it is true. Even Jisung believed this, much to his sadness.

Until that night.

They were hanging out with their friends in their regular club. Dressed for the occasion, a couple of disagreements before leaving the house (guess from who), spicy compliments that definitely held a second meaning and sitting in their own corner with a table full of drinks and snacks. It was enjoyable.

They were mostly Jisung and Minho's friends, although Vivi got along with them just fine and was seemingly having fun chatting. Of course, her and Minho couldn't stay five minutes without bickering about something, but at least they weren't beating each other into pulps (Jisung already witnessed that, and as hot as it was, he didn't like them injured). Minho had one arm wrapped around his shoulders and Vivi at his other side, hand comfortable placed in his thigh.

Then, someone complained about a few empty bottles and Vivi offered to go and refill them herself. She stood up the table, "accidentally" kicking Minho out of her way, which earned a low growl from the older and a mocking chuckle from her part. While the rest kept talking, Jisung couldn't help but admire her backside as she retreated, the delicious skin exposed with the open cut in the damn back dress, ending right before her ass started.

He felt Minho's fingers twitching in his shoulders, and when he turned to look at him, he found something...weird to say the least. The alpha's eyes were fixed on Vivi's figure as she walked, eyes dark and focused with a feeling akin to anger, which wasn't surprising. But as Jisung looked closer, he also noticed a predatory glint in them. It reminded him of how Minho looked at him during his rut. A wolf watching his chosen prey, calculating the best moment to sink his fangs into helpless creature.

It was the first time Jisung saw that glance directed at someone else, and the last person he expected. That's what convinced him that he was just overanalyzing things. There was no way Minho looked at Vivi with anything remotely positive, at least as far as he knew. Yeah, he was most likely imagining things, but well, one could hope, right?

He doesn't recall how much timed passed, probably some minutes, but he was already light-headed when talking to Felix, both of them discussing the complexity of pigeons' lives and how fascinating they were. Minho had dissapeared to the bathroom for a moment, leaving him unsupervised, so really it was his fault. When he returned, he stared at the table with a frown.

-She hasn't returned yet? -he looked at his watch, then at Jisung's empty sides.

The boys looked around too.

-I don't think so.

-There's a shit ton of people, maybe she's struggling to get through. - Felix shrugged his shoulders. - And it's harder while carrying drinks.

Jisung worried a bit, but quickly recomposed. Knowing Vivi, she would growl at anyone that got in her way and step over them if necessary. She would be fine.

But for some reason, Minho only frowned deeper. He turned his head on all directions, looking almost frantically for something. Jisung noticed how his eyes got lighter and his sharp fangs started to grow.

He was activating his hunting senses. He usually did it when they were in big crowds and one of them accidentally strayed too far from the group, so he could find them quickly. But why would he activate them now? They were all okay, and Vivi would come back soon. Weird...

Then Changbin called their attention.

-Hold on, I see her. She's right there..oh, and she got my favourite! I love her!

Jisung turned at the direction and there she was, a tray filled with drinks in her hand and the other fixing her collar. She was talking to the bartender, who was casually leaning against the counter and explaining something. They were both smiling, acting like they knew each other.

Jisung could sense the guy was an alpha too, his pheromones were pretty damn recognizable. He exuded confidence and strenght, but unlike Minho, his aura felt softer and more aproachable at first sight.

He felt something churn in his chest at the sight of Vivi giggling at his comments and clearly in no hurry to return. He knew it was stupid. He carried her mark his neck, imprinted in his skin for the world to see. There should be no doubt who she wanted.

Before he could say anything, he heard Felix gasping quietly besides him and grab his arm. Then Jisung felt it too. A thick, low growl sounded next to him and made him want to hide under the table.

Minho had his fists clenched on his pants, eyes darker than ever and fixed on the bartender. He clicked his tongue with a humourless smile and walked towards them with long steps.

-Uh oh, that doesn't look good - Changbin muttered.

Jisung stared at his boyfriend, wary and confused. He had the exact same face when someone flirted with Jisung, or he flirted with them, or when he was in danger. A gaze that promised a very uncomfortable time to whoever poor soul was involved.

He didn't knew if it was for Vivi or the bartender this time, but one thing was clear: He needed to hear it himself, so he stood up quickly and aproached them, just enough to listen without being seen.

-Having fun, I see. - Minho stopped right in front of them. Vivi muttered some curses while the other alpha looked at him curiously.

-What do you want? -she barely concealed her annoyment.

He scoffed, crossing his arms at her with a forced grin.

-Seriously? So this is why you offered to refill the drinks, to flirt with a random guy? You're really something else.

-For fuck's sake, Minho, we're just having a normal conversation. Can't I do anything without your input?

-Normal converstation? You look ready to throw yourself at him. What is it? You stop being the centre of attention for five minutes and start acting like a whore? -he let out an humourless chuckle.

Jisung wanted to bang his head against the counter. What the hell? Couldn't he speak without putting his foot in his mouth? That was too much even for him.

Vivi clenched the tray, eyes darker too and full of murderous intent. Suddenly, the other alpha growled at him and pushed him back with a hand on his chest.

-Hey, back the fuck off, dude. We were just chatting, no need to be an asshole. - he shook his head. - No wonder she prefers my company tho, if this is what awaits her back there.

Vivi threw him an intense glare, making him confused, and Minho turned his head at him slowly. The tension turned so thick out of a sudden that Jisung felt he couldn't breathe. It seemed to be the same for the rest, since people started to move further from the three.

-The fuck did you say, dipshit? -his voice sounded scarily calm.

-Minho, that's enough. Leave. -she grabbed his arm anxiously, and he didn't pull back. Jisung didn't recall them touching each other unless it was to fight or accidental.

-I said that I understand she preferred to stay here, given your psycopathic attitude. Guys like you don't know how to treat alpha women like they deserve.

Minho laughed mockingly.

-Oh, let me guess, you do?

-Better than you, definitely. I would be more than glad to prove it. - he gave her a knowing look. Her eyes widened.

Everything happened in a flash, but Jisung remembers how Minho growled loudly and how he held the other alpha by the throat, pressing him against the very same counter. There were gasps and whispers around them.

His face was distorted to show his true side, the wolf side. Eyes twinkling in black, covering the entire pupil, and fangs fully out, showing them in a snarl. The other boy mirroring his stance, both glaring at each other and struggling. Their pheromones were so strong it got everyone who wasn't an alpha move away in fear, even Jisung felt the need to escape.

-Say that again, you son of a bitch. I dare you.

-Go fuck yourself. You barged here, acting like a dick, and expect me to bow down to you? She should give you the boot and be with someone at her level.

-She doesn't need anyone else. She knows better, so shut your mouth before I break it.

-Why? Because it hurts your ego?

-Because I'll fucking kill anyone she dares to leave me for.

Jisung can't hear anything after.

There's...so much he has to process. So much signals in just a few seconds.

"Leave me". Not him, or us. "Me".

Like she's actually his, not just a third-party or the "homewrecker". He speaks of the possibility of her leaving like it'll affect him too, beyond what Jisung would feel.

Then a sudden realization hits him: This isn't a first time thing.

Just how long has this been going on under his nose? How could he not see it?

And most importantly, what is this warm feeling growing inside his chest?

Vivi finally intervenes, stepping between them and yanking Minho backwards with harsh force. She bares her own fangs and flashing eyes the moment they try to growl at her, asserting her dominance too.

-I said enough. You're embarrassing yourselves. -she glares at Minho. - You just don't know when to stop, don't you? I can't so much breathe without you ruining it.

She walks away from them, towards the bathrooms hall, leaving the drinks behind. Minho doesn't waste a second before following her hurriedly, annoyed. Jisung does the same, if only to get them alone and ask them what the fuck was that.

There was a problem, however: Their legs were longer than his and he soon lost sight of them. He guided himself through the smells, until he found them again, both standing strangely close and speaking in angry voices. Minho's agressive pheromones were still coming off waves from his body, but Vivi didn't even blink, holding his piercing eyes with her usual defiance.

-I just can't believe you pulled that shit, Lee. God, how can you be so inmature?

-I'm sorry for interrupting your eye-fucking session with the guy.

-For fuck's sake, Minho, there wasn't any "fucking"! I just had him refill the bottles and then he started to talk to me. I wasn't going to be a rude bitch and push him off, like you do. -she scoffed. - Besides, he was being ten times nicer than you've ever been. It's rare to find such chemistry with another alpha male, you know? So forgive me for indulging him.

Minho doesn't like that comment, which it's obvious when he pushes her against a wall with a low growl. She stumbles at the shove but quickly recomposes herself, laying her weight against the wall with her arms crossed. Like having Minho caging her like that, faces inches away from hers, is completely normal. Jisung never understood her nonchalantly in these cases (he always crumbled when Minho acted like that) but her indifference was very hot too.

-Shut the fuck up. We both know that whiny bitch wouldn't have met your high standards. - he relaxes a bit.- And you're utterly incapable of looking at anyone but Jisung, which I respect.

-If you know that already, what was that about? I'll never betray him, so why-

-And me? What about me, uh? Would it be easier for you to betray me, then?

She looks bewildered at first, then wary, with some kind of understanding in her eyes.

-Minho...-she sighs.

-He was devouring you with his filthy eyes, like he had any right to do so. -he gritted his teeth, his fists clenching next to both sides of her head. - And you were letting him-shit, i can still smell him.

-I don't care if he wants me. I know where my place is, as you so kindly told him. -she replies acidly. - I'm not interested in fucking someone else. It's just, well, it felt nice to get along so well with a male alpha for once. To not be constantly "faring my teeth", expecting an attack or an insult to defend myself from. -she sighs, sounding more tired. - Simply talking to someone that understands me in ways others can't, with no violence.

Silence reigns in the hall, and Jisung feels his chest constrict at her words. He's so used to see her fighting Minho back, see her so confident and allmighty...he never considered she might felt a bit lonely. That ,maybe, she craved that sense of comradery with other alphas, that mutual understanding that only comes from those who are like you. Who share your same instincts and body functions.

Something Jisung couldn't give her, and Minho never tried to.

The older male seems thoughtful for a bit, his frown even softening a little. He breathes on her mouth.

-You don't need others for that, specially not men. -his voice is low, almost a whisper, and his eyes don't move from hers. - I'm right here.

His fingers move to brush a strand of hair from her face. Her shoulders tense.

-And you know -his nose brushes her ear as his fingers trace the veins of her neck. - how well we understand each other. -She doesn't move, just blinks at him.

Jisung can't.fucking.breathe.

What the fuck is this?!

He feels his skin getting warmer and warmer, his palms sweaty and his throat dry. It's like the world is spinning around him, deadly fast, and he can't keep up. He's receiving too many signals, too many messages in a too short time, and his half-drunk ass brain can't process them all.

"and you know how well understand each other"

It could've been sarcastic, that would've been Jisung's assumption, considering their relationship. But that was before he saw Minho's reaction to that bartender, before seeing Vivi touching him in a comforting gesture and Minho accepting it.

Before seeing this scene in front of him. This...whatever it's happening right now.

Jisung has seen those gazes in their eyes a handful of times, and it's always directed at him. The hunger and the heavy breathing, usually as they both wreck him to tears. In his most secret fantasies, he can pretend they look at each other like that too.

Maybe he's in a dream right now?

His eyes are fixed in them, barely blinking, in case he mixes a crucial second. The two dominant beasts keep staring into each other's eyes, enganging in a silent battle for who's weaker. However, the way their mouths brush, Minho's slow fingers and Vivi's mid-open lips, it feels less like an argument and more like..a prelude for something else.

Jisung feels the blood rush to his dick at a worrying speed. His pants get tighter and uncomfy as they continue to seize each other with that fucking bedroom eyes. He has no other definition.

He's faint when he sees Vivi's arm sliding up to Minho's neck, hugging him by the shoulders, as the other grabs his belt.

-Min..-she whispers, her lips brushing his as she speaks, and both men take deep, shaky breaths. She looks at him in wonder.

Then her mouth moves next to his ear, teeth nibbling the skin.

-A whore, you said?

And her knee collides against Minho's very delicate zone, inmediatly making him jump away from her. Even Jisung flinches in ghost pain, shocked.

Holy shit, what was that about?!

While Minho groans in the floor, face all scrunched up and furrowed eyebrows, Vivi crouchs next to him and snarls.

-Call me a whore again and I'll kick them all the way to your guts -she spits out.- Fucking asshole.

She stood up and left the hall hurriedly with angry steps, the clicking of her heels resonating in the now quiet, unmoving hall.

Jisung stood in the dark, his croch now completely soft again, and frozen. Minho muttering curses as he stood up caught his attention and he eventually ran to him, pretending he didn't witness anything.

-Hyung, what happened? I lost you guys in the crowd, and when I finally find you I see her leaving with smoke coming out her nose and you here. What the hell? -he grabs him by his arms, pushing him up and worriedly checking between his legs. He hopes there's not an irremedable damage...

Minho growls at her mention and hastily brushes Jisung off, now cursing loudly.

-Fucking bitch -he readjusted his shirt. - She and her twisted little games. Ohh, when I get my hands on her again, she better pray..

-The only one who's going to pray it's you. -Minho stared at him, confused. -What? You think I didn't see what you did to that poor man? I'm pissed, Lee Minho. You ruined our night with your shit again, so pray that the couch is specially comfy and warm tonight.

The alpha's eyes widen almost comically. Almost, because Jisung can't find it in himself to see anything comically now.

Before he tries to explain himself, Jisung leaves to follow Vivi's trail. Definitely not thinking about that weird, intense display from earlier. Yep, definitely not remembering. It was probably a misunderstanding from the alcohol, yeah.

That said, he couldn't help but pay a bit more attention to his partners since that night.

Initially nothing seemed different. The usual bickering, the backhanded compliments, the pranks aimed to hurt rather than laugh, the shattered furniture from their fights, the noise complaints from neighbours. There was nothing about them that could lead anyone to think they felt anything other than hatred for each other. Jisung started to assume he imagined everything back in the club, that the alcohol messed up with this senses.

But there were these tiny details, rare and hard to notice unless you were looking closely, that triggered his observational skills. Like when he caught them once in the kitchen, heatily arguing about what they should eat that day. It wasn't anything strange...except for Minho's slender fingers playing with the belt loop of her jeans as she spoke, and her own hands grasping the front of his sweater.

Or how insistent was Minho about undoing her bra strings with her shirts on, as another antic to annoy her. It wasn't weird for him to use all the tricks in his book to piss her off, but Jisung finally realized how often he relied on that particular one. And most curiously, how Vivi's reactions seemed more amused than irritated. Or the way she always picked on when Minho's shirt collar was off and took it upon herself to fix it, even if grumpily and still commenting how horrible he looked.

When they had sex, everything was a competition and Jisung the playground. They focused mostly on driving his mind to new limits with pleasure and leave him shaking in the bed, trying to outdo the other in who could pull more orgasms out of the omega, or who got the best reactions from him. This tended to include attacking each other in the duration of it, which meant biting and scratching the other until the skin was covered in bruises and even blood sometimes. In the haze of his overstimulated mind, Jisung struggled to remember the exact moments when this happened, and it's not like he didn't leave his own share of marks on them too, so he couldn't be sure which was his and theirs.

Regardless, he couldn't help but question their fixation for always bruising each other, one way or another. In and outside the bedroom.

Truly, it was only a matter of time that the truth was exposed for Jisung. And in a quite interesting way.

He was out for some emergency shopping for his partners' upcoming rut, leaving them at home fighting for the TV remote control. Just when he was paying for the stuff, he got a message for one of his neighbours and sighed tiredly. They only had each other's numbers to talk about important matters about the apartment building...or to complain to Jisung about the noise from his flat, usually caused by his partners.

"Mr Han, I understand that, as young people, you tend to have certain physical needs and enjoy satiating them with your lovers, but could you please do it a bit more quietly? My ears would very much appreciate it. Please and thank you"

Jisung could perfectly imagine her passive agressive voice as she said that. He chuckled at it, shaking his head and closing the phone.

But wait, what? What "intimate activities" she was talking about? He was out of the house and as far he was concerned, Minho and Vivi were the only ones there.

"They must be breaking stuff again. Jeez" It happened more often that he'd like. They never held back on their "disagreements" and they ended up ruining furniture more than once. Broken glass, thrown down chairs, cracks in the walls, etc.

He told them he'll take longer to go back home, since he also wanted to get some coffee first, but he decided to return inmediatly this time, leaving the drinks behind. He was sick of replacing his stuff because of their lack of self-control, and he also refused to suffer another embarrasing lecture from the landlord.

As Jisung went up the stairs to his apartment, he distinguished the noises of bodies repeteadly colliding against the wall and things falling down the ground, either dragged or kicked out of the way. He wouldn't be susprised they were actually throwing stuff at each other.

When he got to the door, however, he had a strange feeling in his chest. He looked back at all those small details he picked on between them for the past weeks, and that very particular interaction in the club that he still wasn't totally sure it happened.

His hand moved the doorknob slowly, finding what appeared the aftermath of a battle inside, and he felt his body pressure go down abruptly. Chairs thrown to the floor, furniture moved out of place, collisions on the wall, the usual...along with a pair of shorts and a crumpled shirt. Both clothes seemingly tore open, like they were ripped off crudely.

But that wasn't the only reason his heart suddenly stopped, choking him. No. It was the loud, angry growls coming from the bedroom, followed by some occasional moans.

With trembling legs, he walked in that direction, slowly and quietly to not be detected. On the way, he found a belt, Minho's pants and the crop top Vivi had been wearing before he Jisung left. Or what was left of them, now turned into shreds of cloth.

A familiar angry voice sounded from the bedroom.

-Watch it, asshole, this is one of my favourite p-ah! -she stopped halfway to moan.

-Shut it. You shouldn't be wearing anything, then I wouldn't have to tear it off. - Minho. He sounded breathless, urgent even, but Jisung knew every note of his voice to feel his smirk as he talked.

They spoke in rushed tones, clashing against something as they did. She chuckled.

-Please, still with excuses? You're a fucking animal. Even if I walked around naked, you'll lunge at me to sink your-

Minho growled and Jisung distinctively heard another thud, harder than the previous one.

-You really can't keep your mouth shut, right? -his voice sounds muffled by something. - Not even now.

She let out a pained moan, making Jisung's jeans even tighter around his dick.

-Mhm, if only there was something to occupy my mouth with~ -she giggled breathlessly. This time it was Minho who laughed, with that raspy voice of his from when he's very turned on.

-You're a fucking slut, I always knew. -he sighed, followed by a serie of wet, smooching sounds.

Jisung felt his head bobbling to the side and his feet melting on the floor. His fingers twitched as his member pulsed inside his boxers, fighting the urge of grasp it in his hand and aliviate himself.

He still wasn't 100% sure his brain wasn't making this up, after all.

-And yet your dick is throbbing inside this slut. -her voice becomes a sultry whisper.

Minho groaned, and Jisung's hand pushed the door slowly before he could think.

And what he saw made his knees almost give up on him.

Vivi's sweaty, bruised body pressed against the wall, the dresser digging into her lower back. She had fingerprints on her hips, dark and purple and painfully looking. Her bra was ripped from one side, exposing her right boob, while the other remained half-covered by the part that wasn't obviously mistreated. Her panties, or what was left of them, hanging from her thigh. Cuts and teeth marks painted her skin, some even bleeding a bit, but she didn't seem the slighest of bothered by it, smirking down at the equally sweaty and bruised male holding her up as he mouthed down at her neck hungrily.

Minho had his own skin decorated with red, angry lines on his back left by her sharp nails and bite marks all over his body. A hand keeping a vice grip under her knee as the other grabbed her by the waist, leaving his fingertips imprinted on her in dark, purple lines by how harshly he was grabbing her. His hips were trapped between her legs, grinding against her with slow but strong movements, as he trapped her against him tightly, almost strongly enough to cut her breath.

Jisung feels his throat go dry at the visual confirmation that, indeed, Minho's thick cock is throbbing inside Vivi's cunt. He watches as it pushes in and all the way out of her wet, inviting hole, her delicious essence dripping to the floor and enveloping Minho's hard member in a slippery sheen. Jisung licked his lips instinctively at the image, eager and craving to taste both of his favourite treats together.

Then it dawns him, within the fog of horniness and desire, that holy shit they're actually doing it, they're fucking each other what the hell-

Vivi lets out a gasp and pulls Minho's head back from her neck by grabbing his hair. He groans in protest, but has a satisfied grin on his face.

-You son of a bitch, you seriously tried to mark me?? -she seethes, her worlds trembling in anger and desire, her lips brushing his.

His grin grows more sinister.

-Like you wouldn't like me doing it, you slut. -he nuzzles her collarbone, letting his sharp teeth caress her skin.

She growls and pushes herself off the wall, making Minho's stumbling backwards and towards the bed. He quickly grabs her thighs to keep her up, before breathing sharply when she nibbles her earlobe, licking it after.

-God, I'm going to fucking destroy you. -he groans, and his voice sounds so deep and raspy it makes Jisung's painfully hard cock start leaking in his pants. Whenever that voice comes out of Minho, it means Jisung is going to get fucked mercilessly for the alpha's sole pleasure, and his body has the reminders of it impregnated in his cells.

In a swipe movement, Minho turned her around and fell into the bed with her still in his arms, caging her body against the matress and devouring her mouth, ripping off the rest of her already destroyed underwear. A messy fight for dominance begins, like everything that goes on between them, with tongues and spit and wet sounds along with the skin colliding against each other. She finishes getting rid of his boxers, and Jisung knew he couldn't get any harder.

His hand was squeezing the head of his cock before his brain could process it was happening, pants undone and boxers right on his knees, hastly discarded just enought to let his hand in. His eyes rolled back white at the so needed relief, biting his lip painfully to keep a high-pitched moan inside his mouth, along with his growing drool.

A loud slap echoed in the room, followed by a whine and some thrashing in the sheets.

-Aw, there she is. Are you going to make those adorable sounds I like so much? -he grinned against her lips, a string of saliva connecting them. He traced her mouth with enraptured attention as the other travelled slowly from her ass to her inner thighs. She groaned with a pout, hitting him with her knee to push him, making him tsk and sigh dramatically. -I guess not now.

-Stop talking and fuck me already. It's all you're good for. -her tone was exactly the same kind of annoyed as when she spoke to him usually, but there was also this underlayed impatience and desesperation in it that told a different story. That, and the way her legs wrapped around his waist to lock him in place.

He chuckled, almost delighted.

-So you admit my dick is good enough? -he nibbled her lips. -Looks like we're progressing.

She groaned and tried to slap him. He caught her wrist mid-air, his cheeky smile fading off and replaced by a furious scowl. He grabbed both of her hands and pressed them to both sides of her head.

-Ungrateful, insolent bitch. You don't deserve my dick inside you. I should've-

She shifted her weight to her legs and switched positions, trapping him underneath her with his waist still between her knees. Before he could verbalize his surprise, she grabbed his throat.

-Minho -she sighed as her nails drew some blood in his neck. He groaned.- Shut the fuck for once, would you?

And she proceeds to ride him at an inhuman speed.

He started to let raspy ah's as she picked up her pace, throwing his head back as a a sheen of sweat became visible on his forehead and broad chest, which was also covered in bloody scratches. She moaned in pure satisfaction, burying her head on his shoulders and biting. She continued to fuck herself on him, keeping him inmovilized from his hips and down.

-Look at you now, so c-compliant and cute. This is-fuck!-is how you should be everyday.

-I swear to God, Vivi, let me-oh shit-let me move or else.

-Or what?

That was it. Jisung knew at that moment that porn was ruined for him forever. Nothing, not even his most recurrent fantasies, would ever compare to this absolute wonder his eyes were witnessing. He tried to match the tempo of his own strokes to that of Vivi's hips as Minho's dick kept dissapearing inside her, his pre-cum already falling in drops to the floor and staining his jeans. He bite back a moan at the image, eyes growing wet at the overwhelming emotions and pleasure.

Then, Minho growled and wrapped an arm around her back, while the other sneaked in between their bodies. She whined in protest, fighting to break off his grip, until her eyes widened and she let out a sinful mewl. He chuckled darkly, and Jisung held his breath when he realized the older alpha's fingers rubbing her clit.

-Oh? Where did all that bravery go, kitty? You were so high up there..

-Oh my god, finally! Don't stop, Minho. Don't you fucking dare to stop, or I'll rip out your throa-ah!

Her head fell on the pillows beside his head, gripping his shoulders as she turned into a moaning mess, but Minho wasn't much better, letting out a series of curses and groans himself. Vivi threw a choked scream as her legs trembled, her wetness dripping unto Minho's hand and his cock. He followed shortly after, biting her neck hard and closing his eyes shut, while his release leaked from her cunt and got mixed with her own essence. Jisung came seconds later, gagging himself with his shirt to not be heard and even letting a single tear run down his cheek.

In the process, the vice grip of her legs softened and allowed Minho to move, which he didn't waste a second for as he wrapped his arms around her and switched positions again, this time with her underneath. He grabbed her wrists with one hand, the other still occupied with her reddened clit.

Jisung couldn't fucking believe it. Already? Didn't they have any refraction period or something? There was no way they recovered that fast!

But apparently they were. She hugged his hips with her legs, fixing her posture while pushing him closer to her, until their fronts were glued together. The realization that they never let Minho's dick separate from her pussy not even few inches made Jisung's head burn.

Worse? He could see the outline of the alpha's still hard cock in her fucking belly, as he rocked into her again.

She sleazed her right leg towards his shoulder and he rushed to held it in place. His other han gripped her hips viciously, leaving more fingerprints shaped bruises in her skin, but she didn't seem to notice. He slowed down his thrusts to shift his posture and the new angle brought another delicious mewl out of her.

-Fuck yeah, t-there it is. Am I-ah!-hitting it right, princess?

-Holy shit, yes! Rig-hnng-right there, Min. Keep going!

The bed started to move wildly with them, the wood creaking getting louder and louder, and the constant banging of the frame against the wall almost mutting their own noises. Jisung didn't dare to think what the neighbour might be thinking now. Maybe she was punching the door to complain and they didn't hear it.

Unfortunately, Jisung couldn't bring himself to give a single fuck about her comfortability or her poor, conservative ears at the moment.

He was already spent, still half-floating in his post-nut haze. His dick couldn't get hard again, not that quick at least, so he remained watching them, memorizing every single angle and sound they made together.

They stopped talking altogether, not even to argue. They fucked each other like they were fighting, trying to get the upper hand over the other, a race for dominance and authority that left nothing but chaos behind. Jisung loved the show, but he knew his Omega body wouldn't resist the agressive, blood-thirsty handling they had going on.

The female alpha's sharp nails got entangled on Minho's hair and pulled viciously, her other hand scratching his lower back, getting near his butt. Suddenly, she slapped them.

Minho gasped at the sting, slowing down his movements for a bit, only to let out a deep growl and squeeze her even harder against his body, not even a wheeze of air fitting between them. His fangs made contact with her shoulders and sunk them in, making her whine and fidget in his hold. His hands begin to play with her nipples, which Jisung just noticed had teeth mark around it (when did that happen??), twisting them and even mouthing them, letting his spit fall into the skin.

-I hate you so much -she panted.

-Yeah? You do? -he was just as breathless,

-You can't even imagine. -she bite his neck, sucking a big bruise in it, along with the many others she left.

-Aw, princess. -their lips brushed. -I hate you more.

Their lips collided with hunger, and Jisung's cock started to grow interested again. Tongues sucking on each other and joining the cacophony of wet sounds filling the bedroom.

Of course, she wouldn't be the alpha Jisung adored if she gave up without a fight. She sunk her nails right on Minho's buttcheeks, using them as leverage to seize his thrusts, and licked his ear. He panted, biting her nipples harder and breathing sharply through the nose. Then she pushed both of them, until they were both sitting with her on top of his lap. Her hands grasped his wrists, pressing them behind him as she took control over the situation again. He tried to argue, but his voice died quickly when her own fangs caught the skin of his neck again, right where his pulse was.

Her hips kept rutting against his, too fast for Jisung to even think, making Minho moan and sigh in delight.

-W-wait, Vivi, shit, slow d-down for fuck's sake! I'm...

His whole body freezed suddenly, his back going all rigid and his eyes closed shut. He buried his nose into her chest, breathing in deeply, as his hips began to shook violently and spurts of white started to drip down to the sheets. Again.

He panted heavily, blinking to focus again. But she didn't stop. She wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders and let out a high-pitched moan.

-A little more, please, I-oh my god- I'm almost-

She screamed, her body trembling too as she cames, a gush of wetness soaking Minho's pelvis and the sheets underneath. He held her firmly against him, their foreheads pressed together. They had drops of sweat running down their skin, hair plastered on their faces, lips all wet and mistreated. Minho's hand traced imaginary lines on her waist, and she lazily counted the hickeys around his skin.

They looked like an erotic painting, one Jisung could have only imagined before today, and that he wanted to capture in his brain for the rest of his life.

They laid back on the bed, facing each other, and their sexes still connected because obviously.

Out of sudden, Vivi started to giggle.

-What now, brat? -Minho asked annoyed, his voice raspy with post-orgasm exhaustion. Curiously, his face didn't seem as bothered as he sounded.

-Nothing~ -he raised his eyebrows at her, and she relented. - Just remembering how you actually ended up ruining my clothes, so now you'll have to buy me everything new.

He scoffed.

-Please, I was joking. Like hell I'll spend my money on you. -he rubbed his eyes.- I don't owe you shit.

-Oh, screw you, Minho. -she attempted to move away, his cock slipping out of her, but he grabbed her quickly and groaned.

-What are you doing? Stay right the fuck here. -he said almost petulantly, hugging her by the waist and adjusting her posture so his softening (it better be softening) member didn't get out.

-Are we sure Jisung is the clingy one here? Jeez -she had a small smile that Minho couldn't see from his angle.

The room reeked of sex, sweat and intense alpha pheromones. In short, the kind of domestic smell Jisung would gladly get home to every single day for the rest of his life.

-Well, ignoring the few accidentally broken stuff, we didn't do so bad this time, right? -she said, playing with Minho's fingers mindlessly.

-Yeah, I think-

He was interrupted by a loud noise: The bed frame collapsing beneath them and the posts shattering completely.

Jisung felt his eye twitch, arousal slowly fading in favour of anger.

Silence reigned in the room for a moment.

-You better drop that fucking grin off before I slap it, Lee Minho.

-What? I am not!

-I literally feel your mouth in my neck, I know what you're doing!

-Just say you're obsessed with my mouth and be done with it.

She let out a loud, exasperated sigh, making him chuckle more. He kissed the back of her earlobe, the softest gesture Jisung saw of him directed to someone else. She leaned back into it, like it was normal.

-This is nice. -she whispered to herself, but both men heard.

-What do you mean? -he asked in the same tone, his lips tracing the back of her throat. She looked startled.

-Nothing, forget it.

-Princess...

She looked away, dropping his fingers to fidget with the sheets instead.

-This, what we're doing now, it feels nice. -she traced imaginary lines in the matress. -It feels like you don't hate me that much, and I like it.

Now the anger moves to let the heartbreak in. Jisung has the urge to run to her and smooch her face all over, anything to not hear that sad voice from her ever again.

He looks at Minho, and his heart clenches when he sees the same sadness in his eyes, focused on her.

-You idiot -he muttered, shaking his head. -You big, incredible idiot. -he caged her with his body and kissed the bite mark on her neck, one Jisung hadn't seen before.- Can you not see it?

-I'm yours already.

Taglist (my fellow minsung girlies): @skzms @2chopsticks2eyes @linlinaert @queenmea604 @hanjisunglover @hanjibug @hyunsvngs @minsungisvreal @k-krissten @roseykat @mal-lunar-28 @thightswideforhanin (please tell me if i forgot someone, i'm really bad at tagging)

[fanficfanatic000]

Small town freak

Scar eddie munson x fem reader in small town

TW 18+ read if you dare

You always lived in this small town your whole life you were always quiet it's not that you hated talking it's just that alot of people in your town weren't interesting. No one liked rock music or dark clothing or horror movies just you the odd fucker out And the men weren't really fun or hot they were nice but they were more focused on work and moving away. Yep small town Everly but little did you know a certain man was gonna walk in your life.You get dressed in your red tank top and black ripped jeans and you quickly put your combat boots and eyeliner on you were craving those spicy chips you love and your favorite drink. You run out the door and you walk to the closest convenience store and minutes passed and you finally arrived you open the door and the bell rings on the door. You rush towards the chips and you grabbed 2 bags one for niw and one for later and you made your way to the drinksYou open the freezer door and you look for your drink until you see it on the bottom shelf. You sighed and bent down when you got bumped into. Pushed on the ground "S-Sorry are you okay? " You look towards the mysterious deep voice to see the dark brown earthy kind eyes. A scar on his left cheek. Messy longer hair and a silver ring cladded hand extended to you. "Hey are you okay?" he said softly. You took his hand and stood up. "Uh yeah im okay..." you look him up and down noticing the dark color pants and a black t shirt under his black leather jacket with the creative Jean vest over it. And you see him look you up and down then his eyes met yours. He visibly gulped pink blush creeping across his cheeks "uh sorry. Can i ask you a question?"You nodded yes "sure." "Um have you played dnd?" You were caught off guard by the question. "Um no i havent well ive wanted to i just never really had anyone who played it.." you rambled. He smiles "well your in luck sweetheart beeeecauseee i have started a club for dnd just show up this friday" he hands you a little hand made card: everly hellfire club starts on Friday"Ive handed like 4 out so it should be enough people " he rocked back and forth. Toe to hill "ill be there... im y/n"He smiles wider "im eddie. I uh i just moved here" he stares at you "well eddie i'll see you friday" "see you frida-y" his voice cracked. .After that interaction you couldn't stop thinking about that boy eddie the way he stood the way he talked and he played dndLike a fucking dream of yours you couldn't wait for friday which was the day after tomorrow and tomorrow you had work at The movies cause you had to pay the rent of your apt room young adult life rip.At your work you had to wear a bright orange red t shirt and black pants. Not bad but not the best on you. passing movie tickets to people all day wasn't bad but it was a small town and most the people were teenagers or the young adult ass wholes who never grew up fully over flowing the cups and spilling everywhere play wrestling eachother when you overheardThem making fun of someone who sounds Pretty familiar "yeah have you seen that freak walking around he gave me a card for nerd club and have you seen his scars he probably cut them himself by the looks of him".... you wanted to kill them just for saying anything about him bad. But you couldn't or you'd be fired. You were on your last strike already from going off on a asshole named Chad. So you ignored it.FridayyyyyyyYES YOU ARE SO FUCKING EXCITED You did everything to look your best slightly messing your hair up eyeliner. Slightly ripped black jeans shorts. Black boots with tiny silver chains and a off shoulder t shirt of your favorite band You were ready and slightly late FUCKKKKKYou rush out the door and drove as fast as you could without officer John seeing.You parked in the almost empty parking lot wondering if you're actually early or late You close the car door and you take a deep breath and walked into the rental lot. You opened the door

part 2 out now follow for more em storytelling

[yfmconfessions2]

THE puff anon is back once again💪 AND IM HERE TO DROP SHIT!!!

Puffs glasses are so thick. Like he cant see shit without them. And if anyone takes them away he will start throwing hands with everything but the person. He once hit a wall so hard it practically cracked and he could barely use his hand for a week and Axel (who stole his glasses) was terrified to come near him for that week.

He actually likes kids but only the ones that can behave and dont cry their eyes out every two minutes. If they do, he starts going insane and will NOT hesitate to fight a literal child.

Puff and the band were wanted by the police so many times that atp they can call the cops their friends.

Pulls the dumbest pranks known to man and finds them hilarious. Like he gave Benatar a glass of water that was literally filled with kilograms of salt, and proceeded to laugh so hard he cried when Benatar struggled to get the salty taste out of his mouth for 10 minutes.

ALSO when Puff laughs like really REALLY hard his laugh goes silent, and then it turns into maniac cackles. If anyone ever heard him laughing that hard at night they ran away immediately.

Hates bugs with a burning passion. If theres at least one spider near him he will slap it with anything he has until it turns into a liquid.

Puff LOVES spicy food but his stomach cant handle it. He will devour 10 spicy noodles at once and then cry in the bathroom for half of the night. But does he care? Absolutely not. He can and WILL do it again.

I bet he once saw Benatar crying and he wasnt the reason of that so he went "Geez pull your shit together pussy." And walked away, a few seconds later Puff came back with a tissue and just sat down next to him, acting as if he didnt give a damn.

He plays video games every chance he gets. That man will rot in his room for 20 hours a day playing Call of Duty, proceed to tell 30 people to kill themselves and then go out of his room and look like he came back from the death

He cant aim for shit. Literally cant. Game wise AND real life wise. He wanted to throw a rock into a wall once out of pure rage but hit a random person that was far away instead. He was never seen in that spot ever again.

Puff's either desperate for a relationship or doesnt give a damn. He will go and literally beg a girl in a random club to be with him and the next day he breaks up bc "Lol nah, ur not pretty i was drunk." And then regrets it so he wants to find a new chick again.

He has a love-hate relationship with horror movies. Like once in a while the whole band has a movie night and Puff always says they should watch a horror movie bc all of them are scared and he isnt. Axel, Benatar and Dee Jay just look at each other and just smirk. When they turn on the movie and the first jumpscare appears Puff literally screams like a small girl, and then just says that he felt something sharp. Hes just a pussy BUT WILL HE ADMIT IT? Never.

Never read a whole book in his entire life.

His favorite ice cream is salted caramel and lemon.

Talking bout lemons, he loves sour shit. Like he can devour a whole lemon without cringing while everyone looks at him like: 😨

AAAAAND THATS ALL I GOT FOR NOW! I HOPE U ENJOY READING THOSE BC THERES A BIT OF THEM LMFOAAO

HI PUFF ANON 🤩🤩🤩

YOU SHOULD MAKE A WEEKLY MAGAZINE THAT COMES IN THE MAIL I WOULD SUBSCRIBE IMMEDIATELY

i love these thx snookie 🥰

[polifandom]

i really want to start a book club where we meet (virtually) once a month to discuss a book and talk about of favorite parts and why we loved it or hated it and how we rated it and all that.

everyone could suggest a book, and we could randomly pick one of them out of a bowl, and it could be such a bonding experience!

we would get such a different reading experience than we usually do (reading out of our comfort zones), and it could be a fun way to make new friends and talk books and basically be a nerd :)

was wondering if anyone here is up for it?

my only requirement would be everyone had to be over 18, so we could openly read and recommend some heavy or spicy or whatever books...

anyone interested?

[the-mxster]

Incorrect Tensimm + Donna quotes (pt2)

Pt 1

Donna: The Doctor doesn’t deserve you.

Donna: If they don't treat you right by now, you're gone.

Master: I'm gone.

Donna: Now go chop their dick off.

Master: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.

Donna:

Donna: I'm gonna tell them.

Doctor: Don't you dare.

Master: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Doctor’*

Donna: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

Donna: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?

Master: Like its slips on and off really easily.

Donna:

Master: No, I didn't mean it like that-

Doctor: We know what you meant.

Master: We can’t tell you because you’re not a member of the club.

Doctor: What club?

Donna: The ‘hating’ Doctor club.

Doctor: …The fuck? I should be the leader of that club!

Master: *sucking on a popsicle*

Donna: Pfft, you practicing for when the Doctor gets here?

Master: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle*

Donna: *Concern*

Master, looking through their clothes: Has anyone seen my top?

Donna: Doctor's in the kitchen.

Master: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation.

Donna: So you're just gonna wait until the Doctor is in danger and save them?

Master: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them.

Donna: ...

Donna: You're insane.

Master: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Donna: What’s up your ass this morning?

Doctor: *walks in* ...Hey.

Donna: Hmm… nevermind.

Master: WAIT NO!

Doctor, to Master: Look at you! All cute and small! I could just eat you up!

Master: *proceeds to kick them in the shin and run away*

Donna, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call the Master cute or small.

Donna, rushing into the room: It’s terrible, just terrible! I am so upset!

Doctor: Donna, honey, sit down! Sweetheart, tell us all about it. Master, would you get Donna some water?

Master: What are they gonna do with water? Has water ever made you feel better when you were upset? Have you ever heard anyone say, “Thank God, the water’s here!”?

*Donna sneezes*

Doctor: Donna, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby!

*Master sneezes*

Doctor: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

Doctor: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.

Donna: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot.

Doctor: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!

Master: Hmm... I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free... not sure where you're getting your facts from...

Donna: Master, I am questioning your sanity...

Doctor: I never questioned it, I knew their sanity was missing from the start.

Donna: I dare you-

Doctor: Master is not allowed to accept dares anymore.

Donna: Why not?

Master: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

Doctor: Breathe, just breathe.

Master: I’ve done nothing with my life! I’m a failure!

Donna:: Awww, that never bothered you before.

Donna: What are you writing?

Master: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.

Doctor, looking over Master's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

Master: I'm not that stupid!

Doctor: Master, you literally ate the wax from a babybel.

Master: DONNA TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE!

Doctor: Did the Master just tell me they loved me for the first time?

Donna: Yeah, they did.

Doctor: And did I just do finger guns back?

Donna: Yeah, you did.

Doctor: Regular soda is too sweet!

Master: Diet soda has a weird after taste!

Doctor: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY!

Master: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda!

Doctor: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink!

Master: I'm going to physically attack you.

Doctor: Which is better, Donna?

Donna: Oh, I usually drink water!

Master: Wha- NO!

Doctor: DISGUSTING!

Donna: The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it.

Master: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side.

Doctor: YO SOCRATES! IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE!

Donna: Doctor-

Doctor: *sighs* Master used to call me Doctor...

Donna: ...Because it's your fucking name.

Master: Donna is mad at me, and I'm not sure why.

Doctor : Okay, did you talk before they got upset?

Master: ...yes?

Doctor : That's probably it.

Donna: Why would you do that?

Doctor : Because I feel guilty.

Master: Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by your parents to stop you from doing things that feel good.

Doctor : The Master noticed only today that they can label their email inboxes, but they took apart their entire bloody laptop two weeks ago.

Donna: This reminds me of the The Master who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi.

Doctor : I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Master.

Donna: Master! What did I tell you about lying?

Master, looking down: ...That it only works on the Doctor.

Donna: Wow! The Doctor made you cry?

Master, tearing up: Yes, and they said some really mean things that are only partly true.

Doctor : Guys, the Master is missing.

Donna: Good.

Doctor , trying to impress Donna: I re-initialized the entire command structure, retaining all programmed abilities but deleting the supplementary preference architecture.

Master: They turned it off and back on again.

Pt 3

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salty prelude to this one, but: i watched my school president, found it absolutely adorable and couldn’t put it down until i finished it. then i tried our skyy 2: my school president and got about 10 min into the first one before i went ".....this is everything i hate in an AU" and stopped watching.

there's nothing that makes me back out of a fic faster than something that tries to force characters to fit other characters' dialogue/actions/whatever. i don't want to read two characters from one show reading out the script of a different movie, i want to see how those two characters would react and change if they'd been put into the situation/premise of a different movie. i think the premise of Gun as school president vs Tinn the music club head could've been a lot of fun, but i want to see Gun and Tinn in those roles, not Gun playing out Tinn's scenes and vice versa. it's such a missed opportunity and the few cute moments that were present can't sway me from my overall irritation. :/

so with that spicy take out of the way, some notes on how i'd do a msp roleswap AU:

Gun is still forced into the school president role. this is literally the universe conspiring against him. Jorn is 1000% unsympathetic to his plight and has to follow Gun any time the music club is involved because he overheard Gun lamenting he forgets the rulebook every time Tinn smiles. honestly, he deserves senior status for this nonsense. his college application is absolutely going to reference working under these unjust conditions.

music club still features Pat, Yo, and Win alongside Tinn and Tiw. Yo can keep Pat's glasses because that was funny. but Gun's friend group is Sound and Por, and Sound is still a popular guitar soloist on youtube because:

Tiw: what our club needs is new growth! we need fresh eyes! fresh ears! fresh hands! we need *points to Sound* HIM! Tinn: nO

Tiw: what?????? Tinn: we've been music rivals since elementary school, i will NOT work with the enemy

Tiw: but Tinn! you must! our club depends on it!!! THINK OF OUR FUTURE TINN Tinn, to the tune of 'even my bed hates me': why does the universe conspire against me 😭😭

-cut to Tinn approaching Sound-

Tinn: hi. Sound. i- Sound: -want me to carry your mediocre band through the festival so you can pretend you bring glory to the school and your club won't get kicked. let me save you your breath: no. Tinn: well, i- we- WE DONT NEED YOU ANYWAYS JERK

not seen by Tinn is Gun materializing behind a pillar to Stare Down Sound. Do It For His Honey Sound. We Are Friends Sound. Do It For Him Sound. You Should Help Your Friends Sound.

Sound, gritting his teeth: ...fine Tiw teleporting to slap his hand over Tinn's mouth before he can object: AWESOME practice starts at 3! :D!

-cut to music club practice-

Tiw holding Sound's shoulders: hey guys! as you can see, we have new blood in the club! Pat: Sound i get, we wanted him. but what's with other two? *camera pans out to show Gun and Por sitting in the back*

Gun and Por: *keep on smiling, maybe they won't notice* Sound, sighing to the heavens: this is why i'm a fucking soloist

you've seen Gun's ridiculous jealousy and Tinn's unhinged crush fantasies, now get ready for *drum rolls* Gun's unhinged daydreams of jealous!Tinn 🥳

Gun's regular reoccurring fantasy is Tinn being so overcome with jealousy he stakes his claim on him. no cutesy daydreams of heart equations or mv-esque beach hangouts, Gun's daydreaming about Tinn getting so annoyed and jealous about Gun's attention not being solely on him that he kicks the rest of the band out of their study group or serenades him in front of the whole school. he wants them to be the smug It couple of their school and anyone talking to Tinn is potential fodder for a daydream starring Gun draping himself over Tinn's shoulder and rubbing "we're BOYFRIENDS" in everyone's faces.

so those are a handful of things i'd change. there's still more proper plot things i'd change to maximize Gun and Tinn being ridiculous in their new roles, but whatever no one cares lol. however, for all the things i'd change, the one absolutely most essential thing i'd keep from our skyy 2 canon are the lion and chinchilla headbands. adorable, sensational, no notes, they could've just released 40min of the actors wearing those and teasing each other and i'd eat it up like a starved man at a banquet.

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Star Elite Trivia: De'Andre Wilde

So I'm remaking my old De'Andre trivia post.. I'mma try to post more often about my Blue Lock ocs, but I felt the need to redo this.

Now onto the post! Hope you enjoy?

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Hometown: Detriot, Michigan (June 21: Leo) - He shares his birthday with his twin brother, Amari Wilde. However, De'Andre's 6 minutes older than him.

Family: Father, (Deceased) Mother, Older sister, Twin (younger) brother, Younger brother, Younger brother & Younger sister (Twins)

Height & foot size: 181.6cm (5'11.5ft) and 28.7cm

Blood type: Rh-null (I have the rarest blood type in the world, apparently I get it from my mom.)

Favorite athlete: Joe Frazier

Age when he started playing: 10 years old

Favorite motto: "Wake up with purpose, sleep with satisfaction"

Best trait: His confidence (I know my worth, my skills and what I want to achieve in life.)

Worth trait: His desensitization (Due to being into horror pretty young, I'm desensitized to some things. Things that'd have a person's jaw dropped, or better yet, crying and hyperventilating, would probably be like watching a family movie on movie night for me. Not to say I'm completely apathetic tho.)

Favorite food(s): Anything spicy (I like the way spicy food feels in your mouth.. tho most spicy food doesn't have its spark as it did with me when I was younger tho.), Cajun food - Fun fact: De'Andre's spice tolerance is extremely high, so high that it's almost considered inhuman to other people - Favorite snack(s): Vegetables (Exs: Bell peppers, Cauliflower, Radish, Beets), Spicy peppers, Spicy snacks and candy - Favorite drink(s): Water, Gatorade (specifically red), Coconut milk, Almond milk, Orange juice, Ginger tea, Mint tea

Least favorite food: Natto (It looks like someone ejaculated into some beans... the texture is no better)

Hobbies: Martial arts, Body training, Anything horror related, Sports, Playing trombone, Cooking, Robotics

Favorite season: Spring and Early Autumn (I like the weather and temperature. it's perfect to work out in)

Favorite song: Hit em up by Tupac

Favorite movie(s): Real Steel, the Silence of the Lambs

Favorite manga(s): Black Lagoon, Hajime no Ippo, Berserk, and The Drifting Classroom

Favorite smell(s): Gasoline, Cinnamon, Pine, Sage

Favorite subject(s): P.E. and Science

Least favorite subject: English (It's just more boring to me than other subjects, though I'm good with it.)

Extra curriculars in school: Band (Trombone, Drum Major), Robotics club, Horror club

What makes you happy?: Hanging out with loved ones, Playing soccer with his brother and watching him improve

What makes you sad?: Amari being sad

What is your fetish: N/A (I don't think I have one.)

His type: Muscular people? (I've never liked anyone in THAT way before. Romantically or sexually. I just don't prioritize it? Though, I can admire a muscular person.)

First time someone confessed to him: 6 (It was from this one girl.. she still won't leave me alone to this day. She's a sweet girl, but FUCK is she annoying.)

Favorite childhood memory: When Amari had a nightmare and came into De'Andre's room to sleep in his bed with him. De'Andre agreed stubbornly, but to this day it's still his favorite memory. (Don't tell anyone I said that, especially Vespa, he won't ever shut the fuck up about it.)

Number of Valentine's chocolates he got: 100+ (I'm one of the most popular kids in school. I mean, yeah it's cool but sometimes I really wish I wasn't known like that because I have a whole ass fanclub at my high school... not fucking proud of it. Last Valentine's day I lost count with how many gifts I got... past 100 for sure.)

If he was able to take AllStars out for a day: He'd take them to an escape room. Bonus if it's a horror escape room.

His phobia: Pediophobia/Fear of dolls (I- fucking hate dolls. Fuck I hate them so-- fucking much.)

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TWST OC Profile ~ Bashira Kagerou

Personal Info

Name - Bashira Kagerou

Age - 19

Birthday - 4/1

Zodiac - Aries

Gender - Male

Species - Half Inu Daiyōkai/Human

Height - 210cm/6ft'8in

Orientation - Pomosexual

Homeland - Unknown

Twist of Inuyasha from Inuyasha

School Info

School - Death's Academy of Combat

Dorm - Makasho

Year - 3rd

Best Subject - Close Combat & Swordsmanship

Club - Martial Arts

Other Info

Favorite Food - Spicy Beef Ramen Bowl

Likes - Being right,Biting(Annoying way),Sparing,Beef,Gaining Strength,Dogs,Giant Swords,His Claws,Running Around,Napping

Dislikes - Most Cats,Foxes,People who have Green as favorite color or wear it alot,Mundane individuals,Randomly being Petted,Ears being touched by strangers,his human side

Unique Magic - "Blood Bite" - When his life is in danger or the life of one he cares for is,his demon blood boils and turns him into a feral creature in behavior. Will attack anything living on sight and needs to be snapped out of it or knocked out.

Personality - He is a brat and very tsundere to everyone. This is all because of his childhood of being mostly alone as people treated him awful for being a half demon. He is arrogant and clumsily confident but usually gets into things way over his head so could use to be knocked down a peg some too so his ego doesn't grow. Will be bratty tsundere to all til he starts taking a liking to you then he will be more chill around you.

Bio - Bashira Kagerou is Kato's half brother and is a half dog demon himself. Has lived a life of everyone being afraid of due to his birth. He is reckless and stubborn because of this and does what he wants,currently wants to become stronger so he can be more the monster people make him out to be. Hates showing weakness so thinks being too nice is a weakness and is super tsundere to mostly anyone who speaks to him. During new moon days he loses his demon powers making him mostly human with his hair turning black and dog ears/tail vanishing but only for the day.

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oh boy we're really doing this it's rollo's vp

listen, i know it's january 2023, but i'm still obsessed with the masquerade event and i want to make more content with that event and nbc students the urge to write masquerade vignettes is so strong.

so! sol adopted rollo's assistant and i adopted his vp. they are our sons now. and here's a profile i made for my boy!

also i should mention that this is how i personally see him and he doesn't belong to me BUT. we got no canon info so I CAN DO WHAT I WANT

name: cole rayne [コール- ・レイン]

age: 18 y/o

gender: male

species: human

birth date: july 29

zodiac sign: leo

height: 174 cm

hair color: his hair is more brown in canon, but tbh i see his hair being a bit more pink? i prefer to use "faded pink" for him, but it looks more "pale violet red" here.

eye color: his eyes are the same color as his hair and again, they look more pale violet red here.

homeland: ???

family: father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, three younger sisters

school: noble bell college

dorm: ??? (do i look like i'm good at coming up with dorm names)

school year: third year

occupation: student

club: none, just like sebastian, he prefers to check up on other clubs with rollo.

best subject: astrology

dominant hand: right-handed

favorite food: junk food and anything that you don't have to cook yourself and can easily buy anywhere.

least favorite food: his spicy food tolerance is extremely low, so yeah, he hates food like that.

hobbies: surfing the net, gaming, online shopping

talent: none. he's not particularly good at anything and he's not really trying to get better at anything.

unique magic: "disobeying the order". whenever cole misbehaves, forgets/refuses to do something or simply does something stupid, he can easily make anyone forget about it and he can get away with it that way. it sounds very useful, however, it has its weaknesses: cole can wipe someone's memory only if cole let that person down or "disobeyed their order", so it's not like he can always do that, he must do something bad before he's able to use his magic. and also, his magic has its limits and he can use it only three times a day. he accumulates blot very quickly as well, so he must be careful with it, he actually has almost overblotted once.. but no one remembers it. and if he uses his magic too often on a specific person, that person will start slowly losing their memories and if cole doesn't stop, they can end up forgetting even their own name. that person may also start feeling very tired most of the time and lose the ability to sleep.

dislikes: working, studying

personality: cole is a very easygoing and carefree person, who loves having fun and hanging out with other people. he's also very interested in romance and dating, so you can often see him flirting with someone.. and failing. he's actually very awkward, even though he doesn't seem like that type of person. though he claims that being awkward makes him even cuter and someone will definitely fall in love with him one day. he's very serious about it and if someone makes fun of him for being single, he will literally fight them. even though most people would describe cole as "energetic", he's a lot more lazy than they think and he refuses to do anything that he sees as "pointless" or "meaningless", which is pretty much.. everything. he tends to use his unique magic very often, so that he doesn't have to do any work and he can make other people do his job. but again, his magic does have its limits, so he makes sure to behave when he's not able to use it. also, even though he hates paper work and other "boring" tasks, he's very good at things that require talking to people and making connections, so yeah, there's a reason why he's still the vice president. he also often offers rollo his help with more personal stuff, like simply listening to him talk or helping with his problems that are not related to the student council's work even though rollo doesn't trust him enough to ask for his help and cole just appears out of nowhere and goes "hey, you need anything? :D" he's also the guy who makes tea whenever the student council is having a meeting and yes, he has to force himself to make it sometimes because of how lazy he is, but there is a reason why he doesn't let anyone else do it. and yes, that reason is "maybe if he shows that he can do at least something useful, he won't get kicked out". he also has a 13 year old boy's sense of humor, which means that he has the same password he uses for everything and it's "coleisthebest69420lolol"

notable relationships:

when cole just became the vice president, he thought rollo was a bit scary and he didn't know how to act around him. however, he quickly got used to his company and like two weeks later he already was like "HEYYYY WHAT'S UP BUDDY HOW ARE YOU FE- okay. okay, sorry, president. sorry, it won't happen again. sorry." he actually tries to get to know rollo better and he often asks him about his hobbies, interests, friends, family- oh, okay, it's a touchy subject, okay. now that he's a third-year and has more experience, cole claims that he knows how to talk to rollo now and he's proud of being his vice president.. but he became one not because of being good at his job, but because of his luck. he's also the type to randomly give rollo dating advice even though he did tell him muiltiple times that he doesn't need it. but cole thinks he does.

cole likes to call sebastian his best friend, though their relationship wasn't that good when they just met. cole kept annoying him and he didn't respect his personal space at all, trying to become closer with him. their relationship eventually got better, mostly thanks to sebastian enjoying doing the work that cole was supposed to do. LIKE HELLO HE CAN JUST MAKE THIS GUY DO EVERYTHING FOR HIM AND HE WON'T MIND, LET'S GO. and cole is the one who does most of the talking, if sebastian doesn't feel confident or comfortable enough. cole is secretly jealous of him though, because he thinks and knows that sebastian is much more talented than him and he's also jealous of his looks. it's not like cole is not pretty, it's just.. he thinks the assistant boy is more beautiful than him. but even though he's jealous of him, he's actually very protective of him and if sebastian gets bullied by someone, he's already here and he's ready to beat that person up.

cole met merrill during nrc students' visit to nbc and he thought he was interesting right when he saw him. he had a lot of fun talking to him and he jokingly tried to flirt with him once and he did not expect merrill to flirt back. so he ran away and hid behind sebastian because he is not strong enough for this. their dynamic is actually kinda funny because of how 😄😆😜🤣 cole usually is, but when it comes to merrill, he immediately goes 😳👉👈 they kept talking online after merrill had to go back to nrc and they're very close now.. but cole is still too scared to make the first move. he will punch anyone who makes fun of him for that.

fun facts:

he's actually not from the city of flowers and he lived in a small village before moving there, so he's kind of.. you know. he's a country boy, even though he absolutely loves the internet and knows all the latest trends. his family thought he should go to nrc at first and they thought he would feel right at home there, however, they realized that if he goes to a school like nrc, his behavior will most likely get worse, so they sent him to nbc, hoping that he will become more responsible there. his mom also comes from the city of flowers, so she knew a lot about it and she told cole everything he needed to know.

his sisters are much younger than him, the oldest one is 10 years old and the youngest one was born when he already started attending nbc and he was able to finally meet her only after coming back home for the summer break. he's not the best older brother though and his little sisters are much more hardworking than him.

his nrc dorm would most likely be heartslabyul and his phone case design is a reference to that.

even though the original npcs don't really have a height difference, cole is much shorter than sebastian and rollo. he's also the same height as avery.

if sebastian is inspired by snowball, it can be said that cole's disney counterpart is phoebus and his unique magic is a reference to phoebus being the captain of frollo's guard and going against him. however, cole's magic somehow manages to be a much darker, but also funnier version of it, because if his disney counterpart stopped following his boss's orders because he realized that he's been working for an evil and cruel man.. cole just uses his magic because he's lazy and he doesn't want to work. the dark part is that he mostly uses his magic on rollo, so it means he's been brainwashing the student council president for like.. a year or two. y-yeah.

no one knows about cole's unique magic because they obviously wouldn't remember him using it on them/in front of them and he also hasn't told anyone either. he also doesn't see a reason why he should talk about his unique magic, if their president's mood gets worse whenever magic is mentioned.

just like sebastian, he likes romance media a lot, though he doesn't really have a cute reason for it. it's just that romance media is one of the things that actually makes him feel something. for example, other student council members have noticed that cole is usually more interested in romance movies and comedies, but he's mostly emotionless when he watches something else, even horror movies.

according to molly, malleus's cousin who goes to nbc and hangs out with rollo, cole and sebastian, cole most likely has depression because they used their unique magic on him which allows them to understand other people's feelings better and they found nothing but emptiness inside of him, which explains why he finds everything tiring and he doesn't have any motivation.

cole becoming rollo's vp was the only moment in his life when he actually tried to achieve something. he tried to get the vice president position just because it sounded fun and he had nothing to do, also his mom said that he should try "doing something great" so that his life feels more meaningful. he got it mostly thanks to his luck, because most people were too scared to work with rollo and thought they didn't deserve it. cole was scared of him as well but he managed to get over his fear and rollo thought the student council could use a sociable and extroverted person like cole. also cole's grades were surprisingly good for a guy like him.. totally not because of his unique magic. totally. so it's actually kind of wholesome, cole doesn't want to get kicked out and he even agrees to do the work he finds boring so that rollo won't get mad at him, but only because being a part of the council is the only thing that makes his life more interesting and fun.

he also secretly works for seth's sister, luna, who ended up in twisted wonderland after trying to find her brother. the reason? uh.. she's pretty. that's it, really. he does start questioning her motives when he ends up getting attached to rollo and seth and realizes that luna is actually not a good person.

[fish-nailed-to-a-cross]

Yes, mostly. 2. My dad, as he left the house. 3. I regret all those phone numbers and emails I get from people that I don't use. 4. Yeah. 5. Single. 6. Peacefully, either with my kids and their children at my bedside or alone in my sleep in my house. Preferably I'd like to die of natural causes. 7. Some sort of semi-spicy sushi roll. It was really good. 8. Nothing official on a team or anything. I play basketball sometimes with these kids that live in my neighborhood. 9. Not usually. Sometimes out of boredom, or if I have a hangnail. 10. I don't remember. I think sometime last year, when I got into an argument with my brother and things escalated. 11. I don't know. I try to tell myself I don't, but I think I still do. I have to give them up though. 12. Never. 13. No. I think I may be incapable of hating anyone. I heavily dislike some people though. 14. I miss my best friends from my old city. 15. I have a very annoying ginger cat. Her name is Barbie, but we call her BC because we found her in the backyard. 16. Feeling pretty good, mostly. I just came back form the mall and brought a lot of stuff, so I'm happy about that but also feeling guilt for spending so much money at the same time. 17. No...I kinda want to though.... 18. A little bit. Not as bad as I used to be though. 19. I don't think so. I might have told my best friend that I liked him earlier, but I don't know. I think the current timeline I'm on now is okay. 20. Nowhere, except in my dreams. 21. I'm going to my first concert ever on Saturday. 22. Yes. I want as many as my partner feels comfortable with. I'll probably just start with the one and see how that feels. I would even have up to five. 23. Two. One in both earlobes. 24. I was homeschooled, but I had great interest in both English and History. 25. I miss the friends I made in the homeschool group I used to be a part of in my old town. I also miss the girls from my old book club who I lost contact with. 26. More sushi. 27. I don't think so. I hope not. 28. No. 29. No, thank goodness. I have one thing to be grateful for since I'm single. 30. My headache. 31. Platonic? Yes. Romantic? I'm not sure. 32. It changes all the time, but bright pink is a constant. 33. No. If anything I'm too gullible. 34. An AoT dream where Armin became the dark lord. 35. My mom. (If my reflection doesn't count.) 36. I think so. 37. To forgive. 38. Hard to say so far, but definitely one of the great ones. 39. Never been kissed :,( 40. Never...At least I think, maybe when I was very small 51. Tacos. Or tri-tip steak. 52. Yes. 53. I cleaned off some dirt and fur that were on my sheets that came from my dirty cat. 54. No. Never. I think if you find yourself falling out of love you should break up with them first before you cheat on them. 55. I don't think I am, but I can be sometimes. I don't like that part of me and I consider her another person. 56. Zero. I think. 57. Yes. True love isn't perfect but I do think it's real. 58. Rain. Especially when it only lasts for half the day and the sun comes out right after and there's rainbows out. 59. Yes. I grew up without seeing snow for so long and now I live in a place where I'm close to snow. I think it's beautiful. 60. Yes. 61. I don't know yet. 62. People talking to me and being genuinely interested in what I have to say. My cat sleeping with her back against me. Being told I'm pretty. 63. No. Unless it's to get my last name changed when I'm married, then I'm staying with the same name I have. I like it. 64. Never kissed :,( 65. I'd try to like them back, if I think there's potential for something there. 66. Yes. Two of them. If you include online friends then I have like five or something. 67. My brother. If you mean not someone related to me, and/or someone I really talked to and not just a stranger, then that'd be someone from my chess club who I am semi-acquainted with. 68. My best female friend, on the phone. I think. 69. Yes. 70. I think so. I don't know.

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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💖Sweet Revenge💖 - Chapter 3

*Warning Adult Content*

Aaron Keene

Blake is looking at me and I can tell he's doing his best to turn on the charm.

If he was anyone else, it would totally be working.

His eyes are a mesmerizing hazel, green shot with gold and the toasted amber of Fall leaves and his James Dean jawline and chin make me wonder what the scratch of his stubble would feel like against my... I give myself a hard mental kick.

'He's the enemy, Aaron,' I tell myself. 'He's the reason you keep your heart in a steel box.'

I notice that his upper lip catches on a slightly crooked tooth when he smiles and I hate how cute it makes him look.

When he says he doesn't remember me, I'm not sure whether to be relieved or furious.

Then again, maybe the thing that almost destroyed my life was just another laugh to him.

A moment of amusement, not even worth a thought after the fact.

While my brain tries to decide whether I want to laugh or die, I answer his question.

Leaning over the counter, I look down at the day's creations.

"What do I recommend? Well, what kind of flavors do you like?" I ask.

He shrugs and I notice his eyes are still on me and not the candy.

"I like sweet but I like bitter, too. Sometimes I just want the smoothness of milk chocolate. Other times I want something a little more... adventurous."

"Here... try this."

He takes it and eyes still locked on mine... pops it into this mouth.

You know how they say you'll know porn when you see it?

Well, I swear if someone made a film of this guy eating chocolate, people would think it was porn.

His eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a moan that makes me really glad that Mrs. Garcia and her little girls are gone already.

I can see him rolling the truffle around on his tongue, sucking on it until he finally bites down and gets to the spicy center.

His eyes slide open and they have this weird, unfocused look.

He's literally breathing hard and when he swallows I can't deny that my pants are feeling a little tighter than they were before.

"Oh... my... God... That was amazing," he gasps.

"What was that?"

"Um... a South American inspired... hot truffle," I say and hate myself for the blush I feel spreading over my cheeks.

I can't help it.

Suddenly 'hot truffle' sounds like some sort of dirty sex act and I think I'm going to have to re-think the name.

"Wow. That's, like, my new favorite thing. I don't think I can handle another right now though."

He looks a little dazed, to be honest.

"What do I owe you?" he asks, pulling money from his wallet like a drunk guy at a strip club.

"For the truffle? Nothing. It was a sample."

"Seriously? Well... at least let me buy another toffee then," he says, searching the case.

"Oh no... are you all out?"

"Of what?"

"The... the toffees with the pistachios," he says, looking like a kid who lost his puppy.

"Huh?"Oh no. I only make those on Mondays. Do you like nuts?" I ask and then give myself another mental kick.

He nods.

"I love nuts."

God, kill me now.

"Okay, try this."

I hand him a chocolate-caramel-pecan cluster.

"Oh, better put it in a bag," he says.

"I only eat one a day."

I raise a skeptical brow at him.

"Really?"

"Yep. One treat a day."

"Okay," I say and put the nut-cluster in a little wax paper bag.

"Dollar-fifty," I say and he gives me a five.

"Keep the change," he says.

Then he grabs the bag and practically runs from the store.

'What. The. Actual. Fuck.'

~♡~

When he's gone, I turn the sign, pull down the blinds and close the store.

There's a half-hour left until closing time but the end of the day is always slow and I just can't handle anything more right now.

I grab a rag and start cleaning the finger-prints off the display case but after a few swipes, I stop.

I let the rag fall from my hand and sink to the floor.

There's a pain in my heart I haven't felt in years.

It's something I thought I'd buried so deep I'd felt sure I'd never feel it again.

When I was sixteen, Blake Welling broke my heart and almost destroyed me and apparently he doesn't even remember who I am. 

[the-faceless-bride]

ₜₕₑ Bᵤₙₙy, ₜₕₑ Wₒₗf, ₐₙd ₜₕₑ ₕybᵣᵢd

⚠️warnings:This fic has yandere themes, sexual themes, gets kinda spicy towards the middle/end, possibly OOC Haru(??) Kinda OOC legoshi(??), reader has some very not nice thoughts and says not nice things, threats, manipulation, unexpected kisses, betrayal, delusional thinking, accusations of cheating. Strap in! Its long (pt2?)⚠️

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You hated her, you loathed her... But you never really knew why. Well, you did.

You just didn't want to admit it...

You never wanted to hate anyone, you never thought you would. Poor Haru... You liked her at the start, you really did.

Sure she slept with a few girl's boyfriends, sure she could be a bit pushy and mean but she didn't mean to be, it was just that she put up her walls because of her past. That was it, she really wasn't a bad bunny.

You had gone out of your way to be friendly and become friends with her since her reputation kept her from having friends and you being a hybrid made others avoid you out of confusion and fear, you didn't have friends either.

You sat and ate lunch together, you walked to classes together, and you even joined the gardening club.

Everything had been going fine, but then you met him. The Wolf. He was beautiful; tall and lean yet strong, gray with hints of white in his fur, his eyes here big and doe-like? He slouched over on himself trying to seem less threatening, but just from taking a deep wiff you knew there was more to him than just his wolf.

You hadn't been listening to lost in your own world, your eyes following him around the garden. It wasn't until he had disappeared into the shed to look for whatever it was that he came here for, something about flowers the drama club, and whatever else he started adorably started rambling about.

You paused for a moment thinking about him, you started brushing down the fur on your large droopy ears pushing them over your shoulder and fixing the puff of fur on the top of your head as well.

You smiled with an excited huff, ready to spring into action as he walked out. But your smile soon dropped hearing a commotion going on in the shed; you stood up and started to make your way over when the large wolf came barreling out, your small snout bumping right into his lower stomach, causing him to stumble, freeze for a moment looking down at you, and start profusely apologizing as he hovers his large hands over your shoulders as he motions you to the side of him.

You tilt your head to the side, lips slightly pulling into a pout. Where was he going? What happened? Why was he running away?

When you turned your head into the shed your nostrils slightly flared as you took in a deep breath, your brows turning up, and a soft growl verberated from the back of your throat... You shook your head, your ears slightly flopping as your eyes widen, you had never made that noise before; thankfully Haru didn't hear it.

She sat there in her Bra, panties, and shoes covered by a blanket.

You blinked a few times before forcing a smile, walking towards Haru and sitting on your knees next to her; she looks at you and smiled " I suppose I miss read his intentions. " she smile with a small giggle, and a soft sigh leaves your lips, a misunderstanding... That's all this was.

As the week went on, you had given advice to Haru on her 'relationship' with Louis, she cried on your shoulder plenty of times about how she was so confused, not only about what he wanted but if this is what she wanted.

"Well-" Haru sniffed "are you having any relationship problems?" She rubbed her button nose, you blushed as you started playing with one of your fluffy ears.

"Well, there is... This... Boy." You say shyly and Haru smiles as she lightly shakes your shoulder, "oh! Who! You have to tell me!" She gasps and you smile, "well, I haven't really gotten to know him. I've seen him around and just been well... Admiring, you know?" I asked her hopefully and she smiles, "I know just what you mean, gosh that's so cute! What is he?" She asks as her ears perk up, "he's a wolf, a gray wolf-" you say sighing dreamily as you start going into details, "he's tall and fluffy, and he's adorably awkward, and he has such a soothing voice..." You stare into nothingness, lost in your thoughts of the Wolf you had been finding yourself watching for some time now...

Haru's once perky ears are now slightly drooped at an angle, eyes darting back and forth as she thought, she knew who you were talking about. The only issue was he seemed interested in her... And she'd be lying if she said he wasn't a bit interested, he was the whole reason for her questioning if Louis was what she wanted...

She wasn't going to tell you that though, the poor bunny thought that's what would be best.

The more time passed the more infatuation you felt, even worked up the courage to speak to him once or twice.

Now in class, you were placed in partners; Legoshi as you had learned, was your partner.

Legoshi had grown fond of you over the past few weeks working together, less awkward and more friendly. He liked you, you could tell. He was just too afraid to tell you.

So you took it upon yourself to tell him how you feel, or at least you were planning to... But as of right now it seemed the world around was growing blurring and cracking, the corners of your vision going red.

There, hand in hand stood Legoshi and Haru...

Why? Why would she do this? I told her about him! How could she go behind my back and do this?!

Your hands clutched your skirt tightly, as your breathing grows heavier and heavier, and your eyes stung with water.

Everyone was right. She is a backstabbing slut! How could she?! Why would she?! Weren't you her ONLY friend?! Why would she do this?!

You quickly turned on your heel, speeding away.

You weren't giving up that easy, you weren't going to let him go. You didn't care anymore, didn't care what lie you had to tell, didn't care who's relationships you had to get between, didn't care who's feelings you had to hurt, didn't care who's blood you had to spill.

Legoshi will- no he was yours.

He didn't have a choice.

You had done a lot of planning, giving an anonymous tip to the right carnivores about a little white bunny in the area, and ready to see just how far Legoshi was willing to go and just how much work you would have to do...

When Haru was kidnapped, you were the one to comfort Legoshi and listen to his ramblings of worry.

You weren't exactly surprised when he went after Haru but you would be lying had you said it hadn't stung a bit. He was just confused and a good wolf, he wasn't doing it out of love. Not really.

You knew that, you just needed him to see that.

When Legoshi came back and things when back to 'normal' things was... Off between Legoshi and Haru. You were confused, with some prying and some acting you were able to get most of the information from Haru, as she acted like she hadn't stolen something very important to you.

She had told you about the lions, the fight, the love hotel...

That made your eye twitch, but you tried to brush it off. You tried to get close enough to smell her but it didn't work as she kept moving around.

But the more days passed, the more you got a clear idea as to what was going on. Legoshi and his training, Haru feeling neglected, and her lingering love and admiration for Louis. A weak point... One that you could and would gladly use to your advantage...

You sat next to legoshi as he vented to you, you listened carefully; being sure to nod your head so he knew you were still listening. Sitting close and leaning in towards him.

"I just... I don't get it..." Legoshi huffed plopping his head in his large hands, " I've done so much... I just wish... I wish things were different sometimes..."

"I'm so sorry Legoshi, I wish I knew what she was thinking... She hasn't been that open with e recently.." You lied, raising a hand to reach for one of his larger hands that held his head.

He let you take his hand, looking from you to your hands and then back to you. "I can't believe you went through so much... And she isn't grateful for any of it..." You cooed to him, your soft 'sad' voice flowing into his ears making them twitch.

"N-no, I'm sure- she just- she doesn't- she-" she stumbled to get an answer, "she doesn't mean to- she's just in shock- it wasn't that bad-" he stumbles.

"It wasn't?" You asked your other hand slowly moving up and you gently brushed your knuckles over the bandage under his eye, "it seems like it was a lot to handle to me, the thought of what you went through... Only for her to turn her back and turn to Louis-"

You heard a soft noise come from Legoshi, a sound between a growl and a whimper. You only pouted...

"It's ok Legoshi, I'm here. Whenever you need me, whenever you want me. I'll be here..." All it took was a small tug and he let himself fall into you, he hugged you.

One large hand cupping the back of your head, your ears slightly in the way but neither of you seemed to mind.

His thumb stroked the soft fur, as you inhaled his sent. He pulled you closer, he huffed thanking you as he pulled away from you. Though you desperately wanted to hold on.

You had it, Legoshi and Haru were on thin ice. Legoshi just needed a push and so you gave him one.

Legoshi came to you, eyes watering but he didn't let the tears fall. Telling you about Haru and him and his plan to soon break up, about her feeling she still had for Louis, how he was trying hard to be strong for her... And it wasn't working.

You hugged him, stroking his fur saying it was ok. Even though you wanted to give him more you couldn't not yet... You needed to give him one last big push to be sure that whatever he and Haru had would be over.

Haru found out, and she was very unhappy.

She came speeding towards you, her brows furrowed and her nose twitching rapidly in anger.

In front of a few other students, who stood watching and you already knew you had one. this was it. The big push.

"Who do you think you are!? Seeking around with my boyfriend like that!" Haru yelled, her accusations of you seducing and sleeping with Legoshi reaching the lingering students. This was all you needed, for Haru to get ugly for what seemed like no reason.

Painting her in an even worse light than she already was for the others, but a worse light in Legoshis eyes.

You had never done anything with Legoshi except comfort him when he had doubts about him and Haru, but She didn't know that. All she knew was that you and her boyfriend were meeting alone, usually at night, and neither of you had told her. And from things she had done, and heard that meant nothing good.

You made sure to also give a show, with a pouty and quivering bottom lip, tears, gasping, and trying to explain yourself lowering your head and giving a little flinch when she raised her voice to speak over you.

You knew the students that stood watching would gossip and it wouldn't be long before word got to a certain wolf.

After running off crying from Haru, gossip spread like wildfire.

"Paybacks a bitch-"

"Remember when she slept with Mizuchi's boyfriend?-"

"Karma-"

"What goes around comes around-"

Legoshi was getting all kinds of odd looks, some of disgust, some of satisfaction, and a few of shock.

He was confused, it wasn't Until Jack told him.

"Your bunny girlfriend when off on a girl, claiming you were cheating on her with the Hybrid girl. Even when she tried to explain Haru wasn't hearing it." Jack explained and Legoshi felt a combination of emotions.

Anger, sadness, worry, pity, confusion, and...relief?

He would deal with Haru later, according to Jack she wasn't the one that ran off in tears.

When Legoshi found you in the garden in the shed curled in a ball sitting on the floor, he rushed over pulling you into him offering all he could to comfort you.

You cried into his neck, and he nuzzled your head. "Please don't cry."

You sniffed looking up at him, "I'm sorry, it's my fault." You whimpered, Legoshi looked at you confused.

"It wasn't your fault..." He mumbled as he pushed one of your floppy ears behind your shoulder so it wasn't in the way.

After what felt like hours of comfort, reassures, and him correcting and making a point to say it wasn't your fault.

You leaned towards him, and he didn't move away.

You did it. You had him.

He didn't need to know you had planned this all, he didn't need to know you had watched him long enough to know what he would want in a relationship, he didn't need to know what happened to Haru was you.

It didn't matter.

Not anymore.

[colemonroe]

It was demoralizing, dehumanizing…whatever moniker one wanted to use, it’d seem fitting enough to describe just how desolate life behind bars really was. It was a unique sort of hell that Cole wouldn’t wish on anyone, not even those he hated most. But it was one he knew intimately, as did a select few others who wore the reaper. No amount of flowing words would ever be enough to cover the weight of it, and so Cole didn’t bother wasting them now– he was fucking shit at them anyway. He’d rather offer Isaac something tangible. Still, he wouldn’t hide just how hard it was seeing his brother this way– his brother, a pillar of strength, a force to be reckoned with. And here he was, reduced to what the iron bars and four walls around him wanted him to be. Nothing made Cole’s blood boil more. 

Swallowing hard, he forced the thought away, knowing it’d do little to help Isaac now. He wasn’t there to add insult to injury. His brother didn’t need that. Nodding, he accepted Isaac’s request wholeheartedly just like he’d done the moment he’d be entrusted with the President’ patch– he’d look after the club, whatever it took on his part. “Will do,” he promised, offering up a small smile, the warmth of it actually reaching his eyes. Hearing Isaac’s guilt seep into his tone was almost unbearable though, as evidenced by how he shook his head in protest almost immediately after Isaac’s words left his lips, “Hey– we got this, I promise.” Whatever loose ends Isaac had on the outside, Cole would ensure they were tied up. “Just watch your back in here, a’right? We’ll handle the rest.”

Isaac might have made his own bed– Cole would never sit and deny that he hadn’t created most of his own mess– but Cole didn’t need to hear that. He didn’t need the other man to sit across from him and apologize. “Don’t,” he murmured, shaking his head sharply even as a soft, bittersweet smile made its way onto his features. “Ya love harder than anyone I’ve ever known, Isaac,” he started, wanting nothing more than to embrace his brother in that moment, “Know how easy it is for that to unwind in ways ya never mean for it to.” It wasn’t to say that he approved of what Isaac had done– no, Cole couldn’t ever do that, but it was him saying that he wasn’t here to push more guilt onto him when Isaac already had enough to contend with. “Club knows who ya are,” Cole continued, nodding firmly, “Nothin’ else matters.” The smoke and noise was simply that– smoke and fucking noise, and Cole didn’t entertain any of it. Right or wrong, what Isaac had done was of little concern right now. What he did care about was keeping his brother whole, and he’d stop at very little to ensure that. 

“Of course,” he murmured, essentially promising to share anything he learned with Sawyer so that it could be passed on. If they were ever going to make any headway, it had to be this way– full disclosure. Luckily, Cole trusted Sawyer with more than his life– he trusted her with his freedom, the one thing that couldn’t be bought and sold. In the meantime, he knew that if anything could be salvaged on the inside, Isaac would find it and report back. It was the one saving grace in a whole world full of shit.  Upon hearing what he could do to somehow lessen the hurt of being locked in a place like this, Cole offered up a warm, unexpected smile. Out of all the things that Isaac could’ve asked for, books hadn’t made it onto Cole’s initial list, but it was still manageable. “Got someone who can help with that,” he assured him, his mind instantly bending back towards Kathryn. Granted, he didn’t know what it would take to get Isaac a plethora of books, but he figured Kathryn was absolutely the woman for the job. Cracking up a small, crooked grin, Cole shrugged a shoulder, hoping to inject just a moment of humor into an otherwise heavy conversation, “So, ya want like…spicy romance novels or what?” He asked, waggling his brows. “Pretty sure she can manage whatever ya want.”

Isaac leaned back in the cold metal chair, defeat evident.

Despite the grim circumstances, he guessed there were worse things that could be happening. He had his brother right here, and within touching distance, even if they had to refrain from chucking his arms to offer him a hug and a slap on the back. That wasn't allowed. That wasn't what was going to happen for a long time. He was starved of feeling human, of being a member of a fucking functioning society. The bond between brothers in the Sons ran deep, and Cole's unwavering support was a lifeline in the suffocating darkness of the prison walls.

"I appreciate it, Cole, regardless of what happens," Isaac said, his voice a touch softer. The most he'd allow in a place filled with people looking for something to use against the other. No one could be trusted inside, and that was the worst part of it al. "Just look after the club, yeah? I know you always do. You're the only one cut out to fuckin do it. But just to put my mind at ease... make sure everyone's safe. I don't want my mess draggin' anyone else down. If there's any loose ends, i'll tie 'em up tight. The last thing I need is for this to haunt us longer than it already has."

He glanced around the room, acutely aware of the ever-watchful eyes of the guards. Knowing that anything said could be used, and he was glad that they kept the topic light. Even if he yearned to know everything that was going on, how the club was fairing and their affairs. Isaac knew the risks of discussing sensitive matters even in hushed tones, so he kept his mouth shut, even if his eyes begged for something completely different. The prison had ears, and he didn't want to jeopardize more than he already had. "I'm sorry." He needed to say it, to him, to the club. Because he truly was. He couldn't say more, but he had plenty he wished to.

"And about the inside," Isaac continued, his gaze locking onto Cole's. "I've been keepin' my ears open, trying to piece things together. It's like tryin' to grab smoke, but I'll do what I can. If you find out anything on your end, share it with Sawyer. We need all the pieces of this messed-up puzzle if we're gonna make sense of it."

And with the client attorney's privilege meant it was much more sound.

But Isaac knew there was no escape this time. They'd throw the book at him and make an example of his failure.

The reality of their situation settled between them like a heavy fog, the kind that treatment to push him into a catatonic state and pull away from reality all together. He was toeing the line, so close. He knew that Cole and the club were dancing on the razor's edge with everything that had happened in the town and yet; they were spending their time on this. It made him feel even more uneasy. Useless.

"I could do with some more books. You'll be surprised how many I can read when I've got fuck all else to do." He was already asking enough of them, but this, this he needed more than he was willing to admit. Escapism at its finest.

[chronos-advice]

Advice Column 1 -

Things I wish I did in high school (for the kids who want to go to college)

Spent my time. I rushed through high school to finish when I was 16 because I hated school and just wanted to start my career. I ended up getting a horrible GPA, worse SAT scores, changed majors 3 times before settling for a two year degree, did absolutely nothing with it, couldn’t get hired anywhere, and I missed out on all the memories that are only made once in anyones life; in high school.

Got at least a 3.0 GPA. I still got into two different universities with a 2.5 GPA, but my options were very limited. If you want to go to a university with specifics (staying close to family, has certain degree programs, certain activities, etc.), aim for at least a 3.0 GPA. Or, at least have schools in mind & know their requirements.

Taught myself. High school doesn’t teach you what you need to know, it teaches you what they think you need to know. I didn’t know the difference between a bachelors & a masters or undergrad vs graduate until my first semester of being an undergraduate.. know everything about how the university system works or else you might go wild with anxiety when the time comes. Besides that, teach yourself things you want to learn that you can’t learn at school. Explore all kinds of different subjects and know what your interests are. It will make choosing a major a whole lot easier.

Volunteered. Start your resume. Having a job is okay, but honestly, it’s not required (resume speaking, not actual life speaking). Having experience in customer service and sales roles is awesome to put on a resume, but don’t get trapped in that industry if you don’t want to be in it forever. There are tons of volunteer opportunities for many different realms of things, remotely and locally. Find some that you might be interested in and go for it. Most don’t require many hours of your time per week/month and some can even turn into an internship or apprenticeship if you’re lucky. When you are in college or newly graduated, it will be hard finding a career-type role if you don’t have a lot of spicy things to put on your resume or if you only have experience listed in an industry other than the one you’re applying to.

Sports & extracurriculars. This could’ve made college a whole lot cheaper for me. Not only will schools lower or completely remove your tuition if you’re good at sports or arts, tons of sports & art scholarships are available. Some scholarships are even made for clubs; ex chess club scholarship. Play a sport, an instrument, make some art, photography, be on yearbook, student council (maybe?), theater, even… plus it adds to the experience points.

Networked. Start a LinkedIn or something. Add your classmates, teachers, bosses, people you volunteer with.. whoever. Ask for recommendation letters from respected people; teachers, religious leaders, bosses… Just keep some people in your professional circle.

Didn’t fall in love. I had big plans to go to UNLV & become a big time financial advisor for a casino. I never got to go. I fell in love with an abvser & gave up my dreams for it. And now I’m an adult, going back to college for sociology so I can help other abvse victims. If both people in a relationship aren’t mature enough, the relationship or the college dream will surely parish. Maybe it’s pessimism, but I watched it happen to many people I went to school with besides myself. Have fun & love people, but don’t fall -in- love, in high school.

The bare minimum. I wish I did the bare minimum. I took 7 classes, 2 online and no lunch to finish early. I still got a 2.5 GPA, I didn’t walk the stage either, because I didn’t know anybody, nobody would’ve known my name when it was called anyways. It’s high school, it’s not that serious, trust me. It seems serious, but it’s not. Do the bare minimum and h a v e f u n. Keep your GPA at 3.0, listen in class and cheat when you need to, listen to podcasts when you’re doing other things, volunteer, have an extracurricular if you can & want to….. and that’s really it. That’s the show. Besides SAT & ACT, you don’t have to take much of high school so seriously to get into a decent college.

[astaroth1357]

Ok but like, what if MC's fandom starts to make ships with MC and the guys. Just think about the ship wars, the fancams, the fanarts, the absolute CHAOS when the brothers find out. It would be even worse if they start shipping MC with the undatables, one day everything is normal and the next day there are ship wars fighting over MC x Barbatos vs MC x Solomon (who are both very smug about it)

The MC's Fanclub are… Shippers?!

Perhaps… The italics blurb has been fulfilling its greater purpose all along…? Perhaps in its state of existential angst, it has in fact developed a plot of its own… An arc of introspection and self-discovery in which its own longing for purpose has forged a meaningful identity… It now has… a story…

Lucifer

As if they couldn't get any MORE frustrating…

He's not an otaku. He's not a part of ship culture. He's not even sure why anyone would care about who dates who around this school, but apparently it's a big deal to some people...

He only became aware of their interest in him and the MC's relationship through some very… subtle clues…

Like the groups that would follow them around in the hallways with their phones out.

Or the multitude of fan rumors about their relationship that Satan spams him with from time to time just to irritate him.

"MC refused hug from Luci in halls today!! Are they bout breakup??? 🥺"

"Tots got pic of kiss today!! Relationship upgrade??"

"IS ARE MC+LUCIFER SECET LVRS?!? PLEASE RESPOND"

It only got worse after he found out the MC gets shipped out a loooooot….

If he had to pick his least favorite ship, it'd be MC x Mammon. He can kind of see it with any of his other brothers (admittedly, Levi is also a little mystifying) but the idea of them ending up with Mammon makes his skin crawl...

He once found a drawing of the MC and Mammon in an… explicit position in one of the classrooms and he was so disgusted that he wouldn’t even touch it. He just set fire to the paper outright. Disgusting...

Mammon

Shipping, eh…? More money making opportunities!

Has some passing idea of what shipping is from Levi and, from what he knows of it, shippers eat cutesy couples stuff right up!! If all he's got to do to make bank is to look all couple-y around the MC then sounds like a win-win to him!

He'll happily pose for a photo or two (paid in advance) of him throwing his arm around the MC or something. Want him to hold their hand? Sure thing!

But since this is still Mammon we're talking about, the second MC actually starts getting into any of it he'll still turn into a blushy, stuttery mess...

For WEEKS the headline picture on so many of their fans' blogs was an image of him turning beet red while the MC kissed him on the cheek. (A fan really got their money's worth there... 😏)

Though he doesn’t exactly like the MC getting shipped with other people, he'll still totally sell pictures of any of them together. He almost paid off an entire credit card with the money he got from the t-shirt sales of the MC and Satan!

If he had to point to one ship he doesn't like it's either MC x Asmo or MC x Levi. His opinion, but Asmo won't treat them right and they could do waaay better than a shut-in. Like him. Ship the MC with just the Great Mammon, got it?

Leviathan

… Lowkey super active in the MC shipping community but is a self-shipper to the extreme.

Like, he never uses his real name on anything (and would probably die from embarrassment if anyone ever found out) but a lot of their fans probably know a couple of his aliases.

He does everything from mod forums, runs a couple blogs, even anonymously posts his own work of him and MC that are totally not his secret fantasy dates or AU versions of themselves, shaddup.

It’s a lot easier for him to keep his involvement secret because he’s hardly at RAD, but the few times he does show up he tries to keep an eye out for anybody prowling for pictures so he can get in a good pose and save the image later.

Mind you, his version of a “good pose” rarely gets more spicy than linking pinkies, but even then he’s still lit up a Christmas Tree throughout.

Naturally, he’s also not a big fan of any ships that aren’t just him and MC and he can find a reason to be jealous at almost anything. But he keeps a special corner of hate for MC x Mammon and MC x Diavolo. Like, the first one doesn’t even need an explanation but MC x Diavolo?? Really??? Do those two even talk?? (please, please, please make sure they never actually talk because a guy like him versus literal royalty? He’d lose MC for sure….!! 😫)

Satan

He hates to actually agree with Lucifer on something, but their fans are starting to get out of hand...

Knows what shipping is in concept, he may have done it once or twice to characters in his books, but he was kind of surprised how it could evolve into such a… group activity?

He was pretty quick to pick up that the MC’s fans had a bit more interest in them together than they did when they both were apart…

I mean, those hideous shirts that Mammon was pedaling were kind of a dead giveaway…

Considering he finds their fanclub all rather annoying, even without their bizarre interest in his love life, when they started actively meddling with him and the MC he was ready to smash some heads.

No. He will not stop for pictures. No. What things they do together is none of your business. No. He has zero interest in seeing your explicit fanart and if you don’t start running that will be the last question you ever ask.

He DOES, however, appreciate the cringy “annoy Lucifer” ammo. They could keep that up for a lifetime... 😏

He doesn’t have a least favorite ship because he doesn’t care about any of this, leave him alone. (That’s a lie, it’s MC x Lucifer. He pokes fun at Lucifer, but he can’t stand it either. Big shock, I know 🙄).

Asmodeus 

Oh he is shamelessly a part of the community, are you kidding?? 

He could practically call “Shipping the MC” one of his favorite pastimes. He’ll openly gossip with their fanclub about who they’ve been with, who they’re seeing, who’s got a chance, etc… He lives for this shit!

He’s the only person who knows that Levi is also in the community and what his aliases are (not because he told him, but because Levi’s not as subtle as he thinks he is… Who else would call themselves “SupremeRuri666” and speak mostly in outdated chat lingo?) but he doesn’t out him because he thinks his very obvious crush is kind of cute. 

Plus, Levi needs the outlet waaaay more than him…

Doesn’t stop him from constantly trolling him and getting into arguments over who the MC would be better with though (the two are “virtual nemeses” as far as Levi is concerned).

Appreciates all forms of expression that comes out of the community (especially the saucy kind 😏) and will happily feed into his own shippers without a care in the world.

Truthfully, Asmo will say that there isn’t a ship he doesn’t like but if someone mentions one that he thinks is kind of “eh,” he’ll just add himself into the mix. “Oh, you like MC x Barbatos? Well how about Asmo x MC x Barbatos? That sounds loads more interesting doesn’t it??”

Beelzebub 

Oh, Beel… Sweet, sweet Beel… Beel doesn’t even know what their club is doing…

Because Beel has a reputation of being pretty protective of MC - and against the fanclub in general - the club keeps a healthy distance… but that doesn’t mean they’re not going to sneak in some picture or make a SHITLOAD of fanwork about them.

Between classes and practice Beel is a busy guy, so sometimes he just doesn’t notice that there’s people hiding behind trees when he’s out with MC. 

Honestly, his complete ignorance of it all makes it even cuter because when he acts sweet, it’s not just for the camera. That’s the real deal.

Mammon was the one who eventually let it slip that there was even shipping happening and Beel was… kind of creeped out because isn’t this stalking? But also kind of weirdly happy(?) that MC x Beel was so popular… Very conflicted boy here.

He never actually acknowledges the community, though, and just keeps on being Beel (which still gave the fans more than enough material so all’s well that ends well?)

Beel genuinely doesn’t have a least favorite ship (because he believes the best ship is whoever makes the MC happy) but his second favorite under himself is probably MC x Belphie. They look very cute together...  😊

Belphegor 

Ride or die, Beel x MC x Belphie. 

Just kidding (kind of), Belphie isn’t into the shipping but if asked he’d be pretty okay with that one.

His campaign against the MC’s fanclub and their attention stealing ways means that he found out about their shipping thing only slightly ahead of Beel when Mammon was trying to get pictures of them napping together…

Honestly, he couldn’t care less if a bunch of weirdos were weirdly invested in their relationship, but he’s not about to let Mammon just make a quick Grimm off of it. Belphie makes sure that he gives him NOTHING to work with. 

Since Mammon is the main dealer, the shippers in both the MC fanclub and Belphie fanclub aren’t nearly as well fed and pretty desperate for anything... You best believe he plays that to his advantage (because it’s okay if he does. He’s not Mammon).

Really helps that MC x Belphie is legitimately a very cute looking couple, carried by Belphie’s cuteness alone if nothing else. Add an adorable MC and you reach levels so cute it could actually melt people into puddles of goo... They could be a registered weapon.

Least favorite MC ships are any that don’t involve him or Beel. Any others may as well just not exist, he won’t even acknowledge them. MC x Who? Yeah, that’s what he thought.